criminal minds be like âweâre looking for a white maleâ
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While weâre on the subject on inclusivity:
Inclusivity in your mood boards is just as important as inclusivity in the fic itself. Please try to include poc and curvy images in your mood boards as well! Please!
Your moodboard is the introduction to your story and sets the mood and the vibe. When you only have skinny white girls in your moodboards, youâre communicating a message thatâs all who you thought of while writing and thatâs the only type who is attractive and desirable to the characters. Poc deserve to feel seen too and feel like they were thought of while writing. Especially so when youâre writing for characters of color!
You donât even have to use *only* poc or curvy pictures for your mood boards. Including different skin tones to show that you made the effort is much appreciated. You could also use shadow images or fully blacked out silhouettes to hide the skin tone altogether. There are plenty of resources and images out there that you should be able to find more than just skinny white girls. I know is it takes a little extra digging but itâs very much worth it to show inclusivity!
I know Pinterest is the bane of image finding, but it can be a good resource to find poc images. Just search (whatever aesthetic youâre looking for) + dark skin or person of color or something similar and youâll find plenty of images. And the more you save the more images will show up in your feed. I constantly collect images to have references later when I need them.
Unsplash is another good resource to find poc models and images. And thereâs also models of color pages right here on tumblr! There are resources out there it just takes a little effort to find the right images!
And as an ending note: using only skinny white girls in your mood board and then putting a disclaimer like âimages do not represent reader theyâre just fitting the aestheticâ isnât the work around you think it is. I understand itâs not done in purpose and you most likely donât realize it, but saying that says poc donât fit your aesthetic and itâs still alienating and hurtful. Just something to keep in mind.
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I canât even look at a picture of that man without thinking about him SIGNING đŁsđŁïž
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Ignoring these men who surround themselves with racists, or making excuses for the weird things they do is gross.
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at some point as grown adults who enjoy either writing or reading we need to stop putting đđ» men on a pedestal. Our lust for these types of men make them comfortable with being god awful people.
I know we come to this hellsite to escape reality but when your poster child is shown signing đŁs maybe itâs time to give him upâŠ.
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Protector
Paring: Simon Ghost Riley x f!reader
Warnings: torture, canon typical violence, protective ghost, mentions of past trauma, angst, hurt/comfort
Words: 6.5k words
Synopsis: You and Ghost were captured and tortured...
This is based on this post that I made a while ago. Basically "touch her and I'll kill you" trope.
EDIT: Here's part 2
ââŠGet up!â
ââŠFucking get up!â
The voice seemed familiar. It was rough, low and resonated in your head. Furious but hidden beneath it was a desperate plea.
Searing hot pain resonated from the back of your head and though your eyes were open you couldn't see a thing through the bright light that burned into your eyes. Something hot rolled down your face and the back of your neck as you stared into the blurry light trying to discern what was going on.
You couldnât move a muscle, not even your fingers as an intense coppery taste fell into your mouth. It hurt to breathe against the cold floor, your chest and sides collapsing into you causing you to wheeze.
You blinked almost in slow motion. Unable to let your eyes shut despite the pulling weight you felt as if you were going to sink into the floor and fall asleep. You were tired and so cold yet you couldnât even shiver without feeling pain electrocute you.
âYou hear him?â A gruff voice, almost muffled but cold and condescending, called out to you as you felt a nudge on your side. You winced but thatâs all you could do as you stared up at the shadow in front of you. âHe wants you to get up."
Another voice just as cold said something in a different language you couldn't comprehend in your state. They argued back and forth while you tried to find the familiar person.
You squinted through the light to try to discern who was in front of you. Your vision was too blurry from pain and tears but no matter how many times you blinked them away you couldn't see. It made your heart race but the heavy beating hurt against your chest more than it should.
A swift kick to your gut knocked the wind out of you before you could cry out in pain. You gasped for air as tears ran down your face and more blood filled your mouth. The kick left sharp pains inside your abdomen and every moment you couldn't take in a breath, the more it hurt.
Hands grabbed onto your arms and yanked you off the ground, ignoring the cries you let out as they dragged you across the floor. You were thrown onto a chair and winced when you felt your restraints dig into your sore wrists and ankles as they tightened them around you again.
A hand grabbed you jaw and squeezed, causing you to wince again as you were forced to look ahead of you.
âSheâs up now.â The man snickered and your attention moved in front of you. âThis is what you wanted, yes?â
Your captor was talking to a man who was tied to a chair in front of you. Now that the light was partially out of your eyes and gravity allowed your tears to be blinked away, you could see.
The man across from you looked unfamiliar. His blond hair was stained with red and his face was bruised with blood as well. Despite that he seemed to have much more strength than you did since he was able to sit up straight when you couldnât even hold your own head up.
Your eyes widened when you realized that was your lieutenant. That was Ghost.
You were seeing Ghost without his mask.
âJust tell us what we want and you can stop this.â Your captor gestured to your face.
Ghost glared at the man who held your face but said nothing. You couldnât see how angry he was, how much hatred there was in his eyes and if looks could kill then both of you wouldâve been free by now.
Blood dripped from your mouth and your captor let go of you by shoving your head away. He growled something under his breath as he walked away from you. You wanted to see what he was going to do but you didnât have enough strength to lift your head up. You were glad for that however because almost immediately you could hear the man beating Ghost.
You wished you could tune out the sounds but you couldnât. Every grunt and labored breath hit your ears, threatening you with an experience you had just been through.
You gathered all the strength you could muster and tried to struggle against your restraints but it wasnât even enough to make them dig into your skin. You wheezed again and when those few seconds of fighting left you, you were hit with intense exhaustion.
Your eyes fluttered shut and you passed out.
~
Ghostâs chest heaved up and down as fresh blood ran down his face. He wasnât sure how long his face had been used as a punching bag but he preferred it over being used as a cutting board instead. He would prefer to be anywhere else but in a concrete room, in a building that Price was struggling to find, however that was the risk that came with the job.
A simple recon mission had turned into getting captured by Russian weapons dealers. They werenât exactly the hospitable type considering his nose was broken and he was missing a few fingernails.
He wasnât new to torture but this had to be the worst torture method he had been through.
Ghost looked up at you and felt his entire world shatter.
If he hadnât seen your eyes searching for him, he wouldâve thought you were dead. You were covered in blood and bruises of all colors. Your clothes were tattered from having knives carved into your skin and he could see a few burn marks that would surely leave nasty scars. You had lost so much blood he was surprised you were still alive but so grateful you were holding on.
You werenât supposed to be in here with him and there was no denying that it was his fault you were.
You both had been captured at the same time, a mistake from you both but he took the sole blame for it as your lieutenant. You were separated and Ghost assumed that they were at least keeping you locked up without touching you while they tried their hardest to get information out of him.
He assumed they were just going to keep trying, they were going to continue to beat the living hell out of him and he was going to say nothing to them. But he was proved wrong when they quickly realized they were getting nowhere with him so they brought you in to try to beat it out of you too. And then Ghost made the stupid mistake by opening his mouth and telling them to stop.
It took one word from him to seal your fate. One word and you became their favorite toy to beat, cut and harm in every possible way just to get Ghost to talk.
You were being used against him and as much as he wanted to deny it, to say he was an operative who knew how to handle these situations and was disciplined beyond the nines, it was working.
Every scream, every cry you let out broke down his defenses and it became harder for Ghost to keep his mouth shut. He wanted to tell them everything and that was scary for more than one reason which made him feel sick.
Scary because if they got the right info out of him, he could jeopardize the lives of many and become even more of a failure than he already was in this moment. Scary because if he was willing to break to end your suffering for the sake of both of you, he had to come to terms with how he truly felt about you.
And right now he couldnât.
Ghost stopped himself by telling himself that once he gave them the info they needed, both of you were going to die. It was enough to keep his mouth shut until the next round of torture came.
All of the torture and pain for you was going to end soon. There was a spot on his restraints that was hidden from the weapons dealers that he had been working on since he had been strapped down. He could feel it start to become loose enough he could break his hand free, he just had to wait for the right moment.
âSergeant.â He called out to your limp form with a raspy voice before he spit blood onto the floor.
You didnât respond. You were out cold and his chest hurt more if it was even possible.
This past round of torture had been especially cruel and long. The weapons dealers had been relentless in their beatings, going so far as to toss you on the ground to kick you as hard as they could until you were coughing up blood.
âYou better not fucking die on me.â He tugged on his restraint and never looked away from you. âThatâs an order.â
It was a feeble attempt to make himself feel better. He worked against his restraint, staring at the bruises on your skin and the blood dripping from your face onto your clothes.
He thought about how you were going to be so much more damaged after this. Your smile was going to be absent from your beautiful face, your laughter would no longer grace his soul, you probably wouldnât even give him those little touches he thought he hated. They had hurt you so much more than he ever wanted to think about and that made him pissed.
Ghost broke through it with ease. Adrenaline and rage coursed through his veins as he wasted no time ripping the rest of his restraints off. When he was finally free he shot up from his chair and nearly collapsed on the floor.
He was in worse shape than he wanted to believe.
Black spots dotted his vision and his aching muscles weighed him down enough that he had to hold onto the chair to keep himself from falling. His head pounded furiously which made it difficult to even blink as he found himself short of breath even though he had only stood up from the chair.
Everything hurt but he couldnât let that stop him. He needed to be strong for you. He could rest when you were safe.
He pushed off the chair and kneeled in front of you. His eyes jumped all over you, trying to make sure you werenât actively bleeding out before he gently cupped your face with shaky hands.
âSergeant.â His voice was softer than usual as he held your face. âCome on, wake up.â
When Ghost moved your head ever so slightly you woke up with a slight jump. You immediately began to breathe quicker, thinking that a new round of torture was going to start before he spoke.
âItâs me.â He assured you and watched your eyes finally open. He always thought he was blessed by the universe when you looked at him but now he truly felt like the luckiest man to see them after all you both had been through. âItâs Ghost.â
âGhostâŠâ You rasped out, wincing from the pain as you relaxed now that he was in front of you.
âIâm here.â
He kept a hand on your cheek as he began to undo your restraints, one of his fingers pressed against your weak pulse. You werenât bleeding out but a few more beatings like the one you had just endured and youâd be gone from him. He had to be quick and extremely careful when breaking out of here.
âIâm getting us out of here.â He explained in a low tone as your wrists became free but you didnât move to get up. âWeâll have to move quick. I canât fight and carry you at the same time, think you can walk for me?â
Ghost was prepared to have to carry you if you said you couldnât. Heâd come up with another plan instead of fighting his way out of there.The idea of moving sounded horrible to you, he could see it in your eyes, but you nodded as you gripped the chair tightly to prepare yourself to stand up.
He grabbed your arms as gently as he could and was going to help you up when he heard movement outside of the room.
âFuck.â He gently set you back down in the chair and held your face so you were looking at him. âStay.â
He moved away from you, and took position beside the door and listened to the approaching footsteps with bated breath. The silence in his ears was only broken by the loud beating of his heart as he braced himself for a fight he was determined to win.
When the door opened, his eyes narrowed. All of the torture he endured turned into anger but all of the torture you endured turned into blinding hot rage. He barely had enough self control to wait for the man to even enter the room before he began swinging.
The man let out a shocked yelp as Ghostâs fist connected with his face. He had no time to react when he grabbed the man by the shirt and flung him in the wall, pinning him against it as he rammed his fist into his face relentlessly.
Ghost was seeing red. He kneed the man in the stomach and caught his arm when he tried to fight back, ignoring the loud crack that came from it when twisted it as hard as he could. He didnât care when the man screamed in pain, in fact he almost relished in it before he managed to wrap his arms around the man's neck and started to choke him.
He easily couldâve snapped it. The fight wouldâve been over but he didnât want it to end that quick. He wanted this man to suffer for putting his hands on you, almost wishing he could return the damage but there was no time for that.
The man went limp and Ghost threw him on the ground. He was breathing heavily as he snatched the knife he had from his back pocket.
The man deserved worse.
âStill with me, sergeant?â He rushed back over to you and when you nodded he carefully wrapped his arms around you. âWe gotta go.â
You tried not to scream, but a groan left your throat as pain flushed over you when he pulled you up. Your chest heaved up and down as your vision went black, and you fell against Ghost. You felt his protective arms hold you up and close to him as you waited for your vision to come back. You could hardly stand on your own but you gripped his forearms for dear life while you forced yourself to stay strong.
âIâm okay.â You didnât sound convincing as you tried to push away from him but he wouldnât let go.
âNo.â He bent down and wrapped his arm under your knees before you picked up with ease despite the screaming pain in his muscles. âIâve got you.â
You were unnaturally cold in his arms. He held you close to his chest to try to warm you up. His heart skipped a beat when you wrapped your arms around him and hid your face in the crook of his neck. He adjusted his hold on you, trying his best not to hurt you as he did, and made his way towards the door.
He hoped that no one had heard the struggle and when he glanced at the body on the ground, it took a lot of self control not to kick it.
âYour maskâŠâ Your weak voice was close to his ear and sent a shiver down his spine.
âDoesnât matter. Iâll be fine.â
He hadnât even thought about his face being exposed. He didnât care if anyone saw his face at this moment, the only thing on his mind was getting you out of there.
Ghost peered out of the door down the dimly lit hall. He wasnât sure how big the building was but luckily for the both of you no one seemed to be around. That didnât make him feel any less on edge, in fact he was more on edge since he didnât know the layout of the building or the routine any of its inhabitants had. For all he knew, someone could be coming around the corner and youâd both be screwed.
He stepped out in the hallway, keeping his attention on both sides as he stayed close to the wall. He moved close to the ground, trying to keep his footsteps quiet.
âIâm sorry.â You whispered as he turned around a corner.
âStop.â He interrupted and felt more anger rise in him âI donât want to hear any of that. Not now or when we get out of here.â
âSorryâŠâ
Noise from down the hall made him stop. His heart started to race and he quickly raced back to the corner, hiding behind it as he listened to the approaching chatter of two guards.
His eyes frantically searched for a room to hide in before he noticed what looked to be like a supply closet. He swung the door open and stepped inside, struggling to shut the door before they rounded the corner. He got it to close to a crack before he heard their voices closer than ever.
He stilled and held you closer to him. He felt your arms wrap just a little bit tighter around his shoulders as you both tried to breathe quieter. In the silence of the supply closet he could hear just how bad your wheezing was and it only gave him more motivation to get out of there as fast as he could.
He hoped neither one of your lungs were going to collapse before you made it out.
The chatter from the guards slowly began to disappear but he waited. He didnât move a muscle even after the guards were long gone from the hallway. He wanted to be sure that no one else was going to show but for the first time since he had been subjected to torture he was able to catch his breath.
The pitch black closet and the silence within gave him a sense of security. He was fine with listening to your breathing in his ear as he shut his eyes for just a moment, just to find some peace.
You mustâve felt the same since your hold around him loosened and your breathing had gone steady. He held you closer to him, making sure you were still secure in his arms.
âThey hurt you.â You whispered, causing him to open his eyes.
You were pointing out the obvious but he could hear the worry in your voice especially when your thumb caressed a cut on his neck.
âIâve been through worse, donât worry about me.â Ghost assured you as he pushed the closet door open with his foot. âYou should see yourself.â
You grunted maybe out of pain or exhaustion when you were reminded of the serious state you were in. Your eyes were barely able to stay open as he maneuvered through the halls again.
âThought you were dead.â
âHurts too much for that.â
Ghost clenched his jaw tightly, making a mental note that when you both got out here to find the fuckers. He would request a solo mission when he got off leave just for the purpose of finding the other weapons dealer. They may have been able to capture him this one time but they made the mistake of not killing him before he got out.
He quickened his pace down the hall, hoping to find some sort of indication of where he was going. There were no signs, the walls were so empty that he wondered if maybe he was going in circles. He huffed and hoped that wasnât the case.
A yell echoed off the walls, not too far from where he stood, and he instinctively tightened his grip on you. You winced and he wanted to apologize but he was now on high alert as he listened to the angry voices that were impossible to tell where they were coming from.
He was an expert at this. It was his job to sweep the halls and be prepared for everything, to know when someone could be next or when he was approaching an enemy. His hyper awareness of his surroundings was second nature and yet he had gotten into this situation and he was struggling to put those skills back into use.
He was distracted by his aching muscles and screaming wounds that stained his dirty clothes. His mind raced with trying to keep track of where he was and keeping you safe.
You were taking up most of his mind too. He was trying to not hurt you, to jostle you around and make your wounds worse while trying to hightail it out of there so you could get the help that you needed. He was being too kind to your wounds in a situation like this, his military training of just getting the person out and dealing with the aftermath completely gone from his mind.
There were too many things on his mind and he wasnât able to control it like he usually did.
It was going to get you both killed, but he couldnât do it and thatâs how he knew he needed to get out there quick. He wasnât in any shape to be doing this yet if he had waited any longer then you both couldâve died as well. Overall, the situation you both were in was the worst case scenario that no one wanted to be in while working this job.
âNeed you to hold onto me and not let go.â Ghost told you and though you had been doing that already, he wanted to make sure you were going to do it when he would need to run away.
âOkay.â You said through gritted teeth as his fingers dug into a particularly sore spot on your side.
Once you tightened your hold around him, enough to where it made him flinch from the pain, he began to jog down the hallway. Despite his quick movements and being as massive as he was, his footsteps were still light enough that it would be difficult to hear him.
He hoped that at some point he would come across a window or a room he could stop in to look for information. He couldnât keep going around the base full of enemies who would most likely kill on sight blind. Every moment he spent wandering through the halls he was taking a gamble with death.
His ears heard it before he could register it.
Footsteps from around the corner, fast ones that came up onto him far too quickly for him to turn and run the other direction. He barely had time to react when three men rounded the corner.
One of the men didnât hesitate to slam his fist into Ghost's jaw even after they were startled by seeing him. Ghost stumbled back and tried to hold onto you but the man practically ripped you out of his arms to throw you on the ground.
He was pushed back into the wall, becoming disoriented by the barrage of punches to his sore head, unable to throw any punches back himself.
You were trying your best to fight one of the other guards who had trapped you on the floor underneath as he laid waste to you but your injuries made it extremely difficult to do anything, all the while the other man carefully watched.
Ghost managed to get one good punch to the man jugular before he pulled the knife out of his pocket. He stabbed it through the manâs neck, jamming in it as far as he could while he choked on his blood, before he threw him on the ground.
He didnât hesitate to throw the knife at the man on top of you, hitting him right in the neck.
With the last of your strength you pushed the guard off you and sliced the knife across his throat.
âY/n!â Ghost called out to you when he watched you go limp before he turned his attention on the other man.
He saw red again when he realized it was the other weapons dealer. He clenched his fists and charged towards the weapons dealer. He noticed the gun that was pointed at him but he was too focused on the hidden look of fear in the man's eyes as he sprinted towards him.
The weapons dealer pulled the trigger and hit Ghost in the thigh, but that didnât stop him. Nothing but a bullet to the head was going to stop him from his determination to kill the man in front of him.
Ghost grabbed the man by the wrist to twist it and the gun went off in his ear. He wasted no time to punch him as hard as he could, the ringing in his ears spurring him on. He slammed his fist into his face as hard as he could, feeling his knuckles crack from the force.
He lifted his good leg and kicked the manâs knee cap in, causing them both to fall to the floor. The weapons dealer tried to roll out from under him but Ghost grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face into the concrete repeatedly to stop him.
He was feral, blinded by rage, harming the man in front of him not out of survival but out of passionate revenge. Memories of your screams made him go crazy as he wrapped his hands around the weapons dealer neck. Every cry replayed in his mind along with the image of your damaged body causing him to squeeze hard while the man struggled underneath him.
If Ghost could see himself he would be unrecognizable. Your pain had resurfaced an old evil within him that hadnât seen the light of day since he adopted his new name. It brought the monster that was obsessed with violence and the death of anyone who dared to lay a harmful hand on him or the one he loved.
There was a reason why this side of him had been put out of commission. He hated the scalding hotness that raced through his veins, the tightness in his throat, and the way he felt out of control. It was dangerous.
He was dangerous.
The weapons dealerâs body went limp. It took a moment for Ghost to realize he was dead but when he saw that he was no longer writhing underneath him, he released his hands.
Ghost was breathing heavily as he stared down at the dead body underneath him. His vision blackened and whitened, hot liquid running down his leg and staining his dirty pants with fresh blood. He felt dizzy from the blows to his head and the rapid blood loss which made it hard for him to get up from the floor.
He clenched his teeth, almost breaking them as he crawled his way to you. He bit back any groans as he came up to you, placing his fingers on your pulse.
It was weak, almost non-existent, but still there. That was enough to keep him going.
He cradled your head with hands that had just committed atrocities so gently. He stared down at the blood pouring out of your nose and the new bruises that were already forming. He hoped for your sake that your face wasnât broken.
âIâve got you, Iâve got you.â He assured you even though you were unconscious. He carefully pulled you into his arms again and held onto you securely. âGonna get you out of here. Gonna patch you up, make you okay.â
His words were slurred and he was blabbering. The blood loss was getting to him and he knew if he didnât try to move now, both of you were going to die.
Ghost braced himself, taking a deep breath and stood up on shaky legs. He couldnât hold back the groan of pain that ripped through his throat. He took shallow breaths, his skin getting sweaty and cold before he resumed down the hall as if nothing had happened.
He limped down the cold, ugly hallways and left a trail of blood in his wake. Every step felt like the bullet wound grew bigger, ripping his skin apart until there was nothing left.
He didnât care. The only thing on his mind was you.
You. Just you.
Your poor state. Your conscious body as it hung limp in his arms, covered in dirt, blood, grime. Hours, days worth of pain that would never go away that would forever soil your mind and body with scars. You could be dead in his arms, having bled out internally and he wouldnât know until he got out of there.
âYouâre okay.â He mumbled to push those thoughts away. âYouâre okayâŠâ
Ghost kept repeating it to himself like a mantra. It helped him keep the little amount of strength he had to keep you in his arms when he heard rapid footsteps echo off the halls again.
He was prepared to run or try to at least. He was prepared to fight until he was shot through if it meant you would somehow survive.
âSimon!â
He knew that voice. The rough, commanding voice belonged to Price and he had never been happier to hear him bark out his name. He felt like he could breathe again as he stopped in his tracks.
He was lucky that Price had finally found them and he wondered if maybe thatâs what spurred on the sudden yelling from the base. Honestly he didnât care at the moment. You were getting out of that hell hole and neither of you had to ever step foot back in it. He nearly collapsed as he heard his teamâs footsteps get closer but he held on as he swallowed thickly.
He blinked the blurriness from his eyes and looked ahead of him seeing the rest of the task force armed to the teeth rushing towards him.
âTake her.â That was the first thing he said to them as they approached him and he held you out.
Gaz quickly took you from his arm, holding you close to him before he raced down the hall following behind Price who was already commanding a plan to get out of there.
Ghost watched after them, missing the comforting weight of you in his arms and finding himself much lighter without you. He wished he had the strength to carry you himself but he could hardly walk forward without stumbling which prompted Soap to wrap his arm around his shoulder.
Soap took most of his weight as they both walked down the hall.
âJohnny.â He weakly said as his vision began to spin, his fingers digging into his shirt.
âI got you L.t.â Soap assured him as he pushed forward.
Ghost suddenly felt too heavy to walk anymore. All of his strength was gone now that he didnât have to worry about you. You were safe and now he could finally go to sleep. His vision went spotted with black dots before his knees buckled underneath him.
âGhost!â
~
Ghost woke up with a start. The first thing he noticed was the dull ache he felt all over his body, the brunt of it taken away by what he could only assume were heavy pain meds.
âMorning.â He looked to his right to see Soap sitting on a chair next to his bed with a small smile. âHow you feelinâ L.t?â
âAsk me later.â His voice was hoarse and his throat was scratchy, causing Soap to hand him a glass of water with a chuckle.
He drank the water, finding that as soon as it touched his mouth he was incredibly thirsty. He chugged it, finding that even though it wasnât cold it was the most refreshing thing he had in months.
When he was finished Soap took the glass from him and refilled it from a pitcher that sat on a table next to his bed. He handed the glass back to him and watched with slight worry as he began to chug it again. While he did he looked at the room around them..
He was lying in a hospital bed. The usual hard mattress and uncomfortable blankets were anything but that as he felt himself sink deep into them, finding a safe warmth in them. He was connected to various machines that beeped in tandem with his heart while his body was covered in stitches and sterile white bandages.
His hand was already in a cast and his leg was propped up on a fluffy pillow.
He was in the infirmary back on base. He was safe from harm.
âYou're a beast, you know that?â Soap said as he took the glass back when he was finished. âBreakinâ out and running through the base with a bullet in your leg.â
âHad to. If I didnât, we mightâve died-â
His heart stopped. His eyes searched around the infirmary frantically as he attempted to get out of bed to go look for you but Soap put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
âEasy. Sheâs okay.â He assured him before he jutted his chin across from him.
Ghost looked over and his gaze softened immediately.
You were sleeping in the bed next to him. You were hooked up to the same machines as him but you were bandaged up a lot more. He watched your chest rise from your steady breathing, finding himself mimicking it as his shoulders relaxed. You looked peaceful and deep in sleep, most likely from copious amounts of pain meds the doctor gave you.
He laid back on the bed, his eyes never leaving you.
âShe was in worse condition than you.â Soap began as he eyed you both. âBroken ribs, other bones, major concussion, internal bleeding. Been sleeping ever since we picked you both up.â
Ghost swallowed thickly. He couldnât even begin to describe the pit that formed in his stomach as he watched you. As much as he wanted to rationalize that the guilt he felt wasnât warranted, his mind wouldnât let him get rid of it.
He had almost indirectly killed you. He wouldnât forgive himself if that had happened.
âHow long?â He mumbled and heard Soap let out a deep sigh.
âAbout a week.â Soap said and he shook his head.
âFucking hellâŠâ
It had certainly felt longer than a week. Those long hours of torture and the short periods of recuperation between them had felt like an eternity. He remembered how every hour that passed by had been a month. He wouldnât have been surprised if Soap had told him that, but knowing that so much damage had been inflicted on you both in a matter of a week made the pit in his stomach worse.
He couldnât imagine how long it felt for you.
The physical toll this was going to take on you would hopefully clear up and not become long term but he knew your mental would most likely take the biggest hit.
âPrice is puttinâ both you on leave for a while.â Soap caught his attention and he looked back at him. âHe wonât admit it out loud, but heâs worried.â
âGuess thatâs expected.â Ghost huffed and shut his eyes for a moment.
Even though he knew it was the right call, considering the extent of the injuries you both had suffered, he absolutely hated the idea of having to stay on base, or worse, go back home. He would be forced to take it easy, to not do anything strenuous which meant he would be stuck doing absolutely nothing. It was the perfect opportunity for him to think too much.
He couldnât hide himself in his work like he normally did. Hell, he probably wouldnât be able to hide himself in any of the hobbies he had that he rarely participated in.
A heavy sigh left his chest and he rubbed his eyes. He would have to deal with the hell he was going to put himself through, he was used to it, but that didnât mean it was going to be easy.
âHere.â Soap tossed one of Ghostâs spare masks on his lap. âFigured you might want it.â
Ghost picked up the mask and looked at the black material. It was just one of his simple balaclavas and in any other moment he wouldâve put it on so at least he felt some sense of security in the midst of all of this. However when he glanced at you, something in him told him to wait.
âThanks, Johnny.â He watched as his friend gave him a small smile and patted him on the shoulder.
âGet some rest, L.t.â Soap stood up and pushed the chair out of the way.
Ghost watched him leave before he turned his attention back to you. You were the only thing he really wanted to look at in the infirmary, finding that you distracted him from the annoying beeps of the machines and the sterile walls that surrounded you both.
This wasnât the first time that Ghost had found himself watching you as you slept.
Most of the time his attention was elsewhere when you both were on missions. He always took first watch on missions that spanned more than one day since he struggled to fall asleep as quickly as you. His eyes would wander to you when nothing in particular was happening and he was immensely intrigued by your ability to seemingly sleep peacefully no matter the situation.
He almost envied you. It took a while for him to take control of his thoughts when he laid down to sleep and yet the moment you shut your eyes you were gone.
Even now you seemed to be the most comfortable he had seen you in a week or even a month.
It was most likely the meds, but that didnât stop the sense of comfort he felt as your chest rose and fell slowly.
Ghost toyed with the mask in his hand. His eyes bounced around your relaxed face and he let out a soft sigh that made him sink further into the mattress. He wanted to be awake when you woke up, but his eyelids started to get too heavy for him to keep open.
You had that effect on him and you didnât even know.
In his sick, twisted mind he hoped he had the same effect on you. He hoped that he gave you a similar comfort and safety that you gave him despite the fact that he was a ruthless killer. Even after all heâd done in the enemyâs base, the cold blood murders he committed, he hoped that somehow you were happy to have him around you.
He was sure the moment you woke up he would too. And when he did he would make sure that you knew you were safe.
He always would.
A/N: Part 2? Also this is way longer than I had expected lol
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Stripped Down Love {Javier Peña x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 17.8k
Warnings: Age gap (everyone's legal), strip clubs, mentions of knowing someone when they were underage, lap dances, sex work, mentions of prostitution, derogatory language towards strippers, vaginal sex, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, violence, accidental pregnancy
Comments: Javier comes back to Laredo and finds you, the adopted little sister of his ex-fiancée, working in the new strip club in town. Unable to stay away from you, Javi finds himself coming back to see you.
A/N: This story does contain mentions of age gaps and knowing Javier when you were a younger teenager. If this bothers you, please bypass.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
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Javi rubs his cheek, tired of sitting in his popâs house. Watching the old man snore as the news plays on the TV. Clinton gave some speech on the drug war and Javi wants to roll his eyes but he simply sighs and checks his watch. Thatâs it. He canât sit here anymore. He has to go out. Laredo only has so many bars and Javi is well known in almost all of them. Thereâs one place he hasnât ventured yet. It opened during the time he was in Colombia tracking down Cali and now, heâs intrigued. The flashing sign draws him in and after flashing his ID and paying the door fee, he walks inside and takes a seat. His dark eyes follow the girls who walk around in various stages of nudity. âCan I get you a drink, sugar?â One of them asks him and he nods, ordering a whiskey.Â
âAnd now itâs time for our next dancer. Please welcome Margarita!â The announcement is loud and several men cheer, making Javi think this girl must be good if the regulars like her. He sips his whiskey as the music begins, eager to let loose and enjoy himself for a while.
The sudden flash of nerves that always attacks when you are announced floods your system but you smother them as the spotlight suddenly turns on, drawing the crowd's attention to where you are poised at the edge of the stage. The music youâve picked out for this dance immediately starts blasting through the speakers and you focus on the beat as you rush towards the pole in the middle of the stage and jump on it, swinging around as you start your act. You try not to focus on the crowd, not even looking at them right now as you start to move to the beat and perform for them.Â
Javiâs fingers twitch around the glass. Shit, the girl is gorgeous. No wonder everyone in here cheered. Sheâs swinging around the pole like itâs second nature and her body arches in a way that reminds him of when he makes a woman cum on his tongue. He licks his lips, imagining just that.Â
She sways her hips and when she kneels on stage, thatâs when Javi gets a good look at her. âHoly shit.â He whispers. He knows you. Lorraineâs kid sister. Well, adopted sister. Her parents kept trying for another kid but couldnât, put their name on the adoption list and finally adopted you when Lorraine was in college, just before she met Javi.Â
âFuck.â He suddenly feels guilty, stomach churning as he continues to stare at you. Youâre all grown up now. A fucking gorgeous woman. Men throw money on the stage when you finish your act but Javi continues to stare and thatâs when you meet his gaze.Â
Your eyes widen as you recognize the man you had a crush on when you were a teenager. Older, more rugged, and just as fucking sexy. You fumble to get the dollar bills, shoving them in your bra and you wink at Javi as you stand up and make your way backstage. âHoly shit.â You hiss to yourself, unable to believe heâs here. In the fucking strip club you work at. You have to talk to him. Itâs been years and he might not even recognize you but you hope he still likes whiskey as you order one from the bar and carry it over to him. âLong time no see.â You say as you shift to stand in front of him, wearing lingerie that shows way too much skin.
Javi looks up into your eyes, trying to keep them focused on your face and not on the fantastic tits beneath your barely there scraps of lace. âItâs been, what? Twelve years?â He asks, finishing the rest of his whiskey and setting it down on the small table. âLooks like things have changed.â He doesnât mean it in any negative way, everyone has to make a living and he wonât begrudge you that but he didnât expect to see you here. He wonders what your sister and parents think of your profession, although he canât expect it to be good. âHow have you been?âÂ
You shrug, shifting to sit down beside him, âIâve had better times. Worse times too.â You admit with a sigh. âThis is for you.â You hand him the whiskey and his eyebrows raise.Â
âThanks.â He lifts the glass towards you, âcan I get you one?âÂ
You shake your head, âI donât drink during my shifts. Um, where to begin? I- I started working here to pay for my school. I'm trying to finish college.âÂ
Javier frowns, âdidnât you-?âÂ
You shake your head, âwell, I was heading to college after high school but life went to shit. You went to Colombia and Lorraine lost her mind. Went into a spiral and our parents had to pay some big bucks to get her out of trouble and between that and the wedding that didnât happenâŠI had to say bye bye to my college fund.â You wave at nothing, âand then I was mad because my future went down the drain because Lorraine pissed it away so I acted out. Got in with the wrong crowd, started treating Carol and George badly and George had enough. He threw me out. No money. Nada. I had to start from scratch at eighteen and soâŠI ended up here. Trying to get my life back on track after too many years of messing around.â You finish your story and look at Javier, âI heard you were back in town. Didnât figure youâd end up here.â
âShit.â Guilt settles in Javiâs gut and swirls around. If he hadnât run away from the wedding, your life could have been far different. He doesnât miss that youâve called your adoptive parents by their names, assuming that youâve not reconciled. âYeah,â Javi takes a swallow of his fresh drink and looks back over at you. âDidnât remember this being here the last time I was home.â He admits, looking around the club.Â
âIt opened about three years ago.â You tell him and Javi nods. They must have been building it when he was here for the week before he went to D.C. to be assigned to catching Cali.Â
âDo you make good money here?â He asks, pulling out the stack of bills he had brought and peels a hundred dollar bill off to hand to you. Itâs probably the least he could do, but it was a start.
You shake your head, pushing his money away. âI donât want your money. I- I make good money here. Enough for a studio apartment and for me to pay for school. Itâs not - George went mad when he found out I was here. Said I was âhis adopted whore daughterââ You snort, âI always thought I was a good girl. Even nowâŠI donât - itâs just dancing and I-âÂ
You donât get to finish your sentence when the club manager comes over. âAre you gonna sit there and chit chat all night, Margarita? Or are you actually gonna make me some money?âÂ
You want to roll your eyes at your boss, âsorry Javi. I gotta get back to work.âÂ
You stand up and your boss notices the way Javiâs eyes follow you, âunless you want a private dance with her?â Your boss suggests, raising his eyebrows at Javier.
Javi doesnât like the way your boss talks to you, itâs not necessary and heâs had plenty of experience with women in the sex trade. âYeah.â He nods, rocking his jaw slightly. âA private dance.â He agrees, knowing that it will shut your boss up and allow him to talk to you some more. âHow do I get one of those?â He asks you, raising his brows questioningly.
Youâre shocked he agrees to a private dance and your boss tells him how much it is, taking the money up front. You bite your lip as Javi peels off some bills from the roll and your boss jerks his chin at you, âgo on then.âÂ
You take Javierâs hand, amazing at how big it is and how thick his fingers are. Entering a private room, you turn to the hifi. âYou still like Led Zeppelin?â You ask, knowing Javier loved the 70s. Refused to get into hair spray rock during the 80s and said it was shit compared to the greats. âA Whole Lotta Loveâ starts to play and you walk over to Javier.Â
âYou donât have to -âÂ
Javier holds his hands up and you shake your head, âthey have cameras. If I donât dance, I donât get paid. Iâll go easy on you, Peña.â You promise, âtell me about Colombia. What have you been up to?â You ask, straddling his lap.
Javi exhales roughly as your thighs settle over his and itâs almost instinctive to grab them. This is you, the same fucking kid he had met when he was dating Lorraine. Itâs wrong to think of you like a woman he wants to fuck. He had known you when you were sixteen and he was already a man. âIt was âŠ.rough.â He admits after a moment, swallowing slightly and trying not to fucking let his dick get hard. He loves beautiful women and you are fucking gorgeous all grown up. âFucking politicians fucking everything up. Too many losses, too much fucking death.â He sighs and shakes his head. âYou donât want to hear about that shit.â
You want to make this worth the money. You want him to see you as a woman and not the mousy little teenager who had a massive crush on her sisterâs boyfriend. It was wrong, so wrong, but you thought he was gorgeous and all man. When Lorraine faked the pregnancy and he ditched her at the altar, you hated that you were a little happy about it. You want him to see you as you are now so you grab his knees, arching your back to rock your hips to the music, grinding against him. âI do. Tell me. I know it was rough. I heardâŠrumors. I heard about you getting sent home before they caught Escobar.â You know it mustâve been a rough time for him, especially that moment. You grab onto his shoulders, shifting higher so your tits are in his face and you grab his hands, putting them on your hips. âItâs normal to touch.â You tell him, knowing your boss will be watching.
âShit, they shouldnât be touching you, sweetheart.â Javi hisses, shaking his head at the thought of every man out there putting his filthy hands on you. Not because you were some pure angel, but because you were getting paid to entertain them, not fuck them. They shouldnât just get to touch your body unless you want them to. He bites his lip, feeling himself start to harden and hating how disgusting that makes him. âYeah.â He grunts out. âFucked around with the wrong people, got burned.â
His fingers dig into your waist and your stomach twists. You decide to put your all into this, shifting off of his lap to spin around, bending over so he has an eyeful of your ass before you grab his knees and drop down between his legs, noticing the bulge in his tight jeans. You hate the thrill that runs through you, knowing itâs because youâre dancing and shaking your ass for him. You shift back onto his lap, back pressed against his chest and you grind back onto him. âShit happens. Itâs all par for the course. You did it though. You played your part, they got the bastard. And you got Cali from what I hear.â
âYou kept up with my career?â Javi asks with a small smirk. You had probably learned it from the town gossip, Lorraineâs momma and daddy not able to completely smear his name through the mud despite their best efforts. Especially after he had become a âheroâ, which he absolutely was not. âI got Cali, at the expense of my career. Thatâs why Iâm here. Tired of the bullshit and just wanting a life where no one fucking shoots at me or Iâm not chasing drug dealers across rooftops.â
You turn around, straddling him again and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, letting him smell your perfume. You always did that so the assholes would get caught out by their wives but you want Javi to remember how you smelt, how you felt on top of him. âSo you came back to boring olâ Laredo. Apart from your papa, what else is here?â You chuckle, rocking your hips to the beat of the song.
âFamily.â Javi chokes slightly, digging his fingers into your hips harshly when you press your hot cunt against his cock. All you are wearing are those tiny fucking panties and heâs imagining you sitting on his dick right now while you moan his name. âTĂas y tĂos. My cousins.â He closes his eyes for a moment before he looks at you. âWhy didnât you leave? Start over somewhere else?â
You shake your head, biting your lip to smother your smirk that heâs affected by you. Itâs clear in his dark gaze. âCouldnât afford it. I have a piece of shit car and I think it would barely make it a hundred miles out of town. Was easier to stay.â You donât mention that you always wondered if youâd reconcile with your adopted parents one day. That day hasnât come yet, you doubt it ever will. âMy exâŠdidnât want to leave either until I started working here and he couldnât handle it. Things didnât end well so he, uh, he left.â You donât mention the way heâd get jealous of you working at the club.
âFucker.â Javi rolls his eyes and scoffs. âLet me guess, he got mad and accused you of fucking every guy who came in the place?â Heâs seen a lot of men talk a big game and be unable to handle their woman using their body how they pleased. While Javi wouldnât want his partner to sleep with anyone else, ironically enough, he had no problem with them dancing.
âGot it in one.â You chuckle softly, the song coming to an end. âThe fact that his fist also used to get madâŠwell, I, uh, I learned real fast how to fight back and when I did, he decided to leave.â You admit, coming to a stop when the song ends, unable to meet his eyes. You know you sound like a lost cause, working in a strip club, an orphan who was beaten up by her ex and has no money. Youâre like the poster child for a charity commercial.
âPendejo.â Javi spits, hating the vulnerability on your face. He reaches into his pocket and hands you more money. âDoesnât matter if you were fucking every guy here, you donât deserve that.â He murmurs softly. âSome of the best women I knew in Colombia were hookers. Brave as shit, fierce. Nothing to be looked down on.â
You shift off of his lap, the money in hand. âThis is too much.â You shake your head and Javi closes your hand around it.Â
âTake it. Please.â He urges and you nod, unable to deny him. You heard the rumors of him sleeping around in Colombia too, the rumor mill still running during his absence, and you didnât judge him, knowing it mustâve been lonely fighting a never ending war.Â
âThank you.â You lean in to kiss his cheek, shoving the money in your bra. âDo you want another drink?â You ask but he shakes his head.
âNo, thank you. I have an early morning fixing the fence with my pa. Iâll, uh, Iâll see you around.â He stands up and tries to discreetly adjust himself but you see it.Â
âSure thing Peña. See you around.â You guide him back into the main dance area and feel your bossâs eyes on you.Â
âBe good.â Javi urges and you wink at him, âalways am.â He walks out, glancing back at you before he exits and you sigh, hoping he comes back or you see him around town.
****
The week passed with Javi constantly thinking about you. The few times he had gone into town, he had looked around for you, wanting to see you again. He wonders where you live, what your schedule is like outside of your working hours. Now that the weekend is here, he showers and changes into some clean clothes to head into town. âIâm gone, pop.â He sticks his head in the living room to find his dad kicked back in his old Lazy Boy with the soccer game turned on, the announcers yelling through the speakers.Â
Chucho lifts up the Budweiser in his hands. âHave fun, mijo.â He grunts out. âIf you canât get out of jail, call me.âÂ
Javi rolls his eyes, snorting at the same speech his pop has given him since he started going out as a teenager. It was doubtful he would need to call his dad, professional courtesy and all between federal agencies and local law enforcement and the locals looked at Javi like he was untouchable despite handing in his badge. âSure thing pop.â He knows his dad will be asleep in his chair until at least midnight before he finally goes back to his room.
The club is busy tonight, always is on the weekend, and you prepare for your next dance. Youâve been scanning the room for Javier ever since that night and it feels like heâs never going to come back. âWelcome to the stage, Margarita!â The crowd cheers and you adjust your bra before you make your way up on the stage, the song blaring as you shift to spin around the pole, starting your routine, and thatâs when you see him. A couple of rows back, whiskey in hand, and his look electrifies you.
The entire week, Javiâs been talking to himself about how wrong his attraction is to you. But the second that he sees you, every point he had tried to bring up to himself dies away. Youâre an adult, nearly thirty fuckinâ years old, and it wasnât like he spent much time with you when he was dating Lorraine. He arches a brow at you and lifts his drink as you dance. He isnât in the front row, throwing bills at the stage but he will pay you after you get done with your set. Groaning when he sees you turn around and bend over to give him a fantastic view of your ass.
You put more energy into this dance than anything else youâve done all week. The feel of his eyes on you has you going all out and more money flies onto the stage and you finish with flair, going into the splits and you wink at Javi when he claps your performance. Standing up, you gather the money and make your way off stage and over to Javi. âFancy seeing you here Peña.â You say as you set a whiskey down for him.
âWanted a drink.â He jokes, like you arenât aware that he has passed half a dozen bars to get to your club. âHowâs your week been?â He asks, like heâs run into you in a grocery store and is asking about the weather. âHavenât seen you around when I was in town.â
You shrug, âbeen busy with school. Nearly the end of the semester, so Iâm trying to buckle down and get good grades. Iâm nearly done with my degree.â You tell him, sitting down on the empty seat next to him. âI canât be too long. Boss has been on my ass to get more money this weekend.â
Javi rolls his eyes and pats his lap. âCome here then.â He doesnât want you to get in trouble and heâs talked about much more troubling things when a woman has been on his lap. âWhat are you going to school for?â
âNursing. Itâs good because I already have the outfit.â You joke, shifting to settle on his lap, and you lean back against him, enjoying the way he feels against you. âHow was your week? You get that fence fixed on the ranch?â You ask, reaching up to push that piece of hair back, wanting to show your boss that youâre schmoozing a customer and not just chatting.
âThat piece, yeah.â Javi instinctively leans in, brushing his nose along the length of your throat while you swivel your hips. âThen another section decided to fall on the northeast corner of the ranch.â He huffs, fully aware that they are fighting a never ending battle with nature. His hands settle on your hips again and he lets out a quiet groan. âYouâre too good at this.â He huffs quietly. âDefinitely didnât learn it from your sister.â
You smirk, âno. She has always been a stick in the mud.â You snort, âheard from a few girls that her husband has been in here a few times.â You reach out to caress his chest, fingers dipping under the fabric of his shirt. âDo you want another dance? I- Iâm not asking for the money. Just - it would be nice to be alone again.â You bite your lip, knowing youâre playing with fire but heâs too good to not want to get burned.
âIf you want me to have a dance.â He knows he should decline, but staring into your eyes, he doesnât want to. Yes, he knew you when you were a teenager, but youâre grown now. Youâre calling the shots. âDo you want to give me a lap dance, conejita?â He has used that nickname when Lorraine complained about your unlimited energy. âOr should I just call you Rita?â
You chuckle, âyou can call me whatever you want, baby.â You flirt playfully, shifting to stand up and you hold your hand out towards him. Guiding him to a private room, you turn to the stereo to put on some music and he sits down. You cup his cheeks, sliding your hands down his neck to his chest, loving the way his Adamâs apple bobs with the movement. âLorraine was an idiot to try and trick you, to push you into marriage. She didnât appreciate what she had.â
Javi grunts, remembering the absolute panic he had when she had told him that she was pregnant. Followed up by a stern lecture from his pop, Javi had done the right thing. He had proposed, swallowing down his suspicions that something wasnât right. âShe knew I wanted to leave.â Javi admits. âThat I was planning on applying to the DEA.â
You sigh, shaking your head, âI knew something wasnât right. I saw - she had a tampon and I didnt question it. It wasnât my place.â You rock your hips on top of him, moving to the beat. âYou deserved better. Lorraine has her rich husband and her 2.5 kids.â You roll your eyes, âsheâs all set.â
Javi snorts, smirking at how put out you sound. âCareful, Rita.â He teases. âYou sound jealous. You want the rich husband and 2.5 kids?â He asks, arching his brow at you playfully.
You shake your head, running your fingers through his hair as you continue to dance on him. âHell no. Maybe the kidsâŠone day. I- I want someone who loves me for me. Who makes me happy and supports me. Not monetarily but emotionally. Money canât buy happiness. It can make life easier, but it canât replace true emotion. You canât buy love.â You realize how clichĂ© you sound but itâs true. âWhat about you? Ready for a wife and kids?â You tease, grinding down onto his lap when you feel his cock hardening beneath you.
The truth is Javi has never been opposed to marriage, he just never found someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He gives a small shrug. âNever found someone willing to put up with my shit for too long.â He huffs. âLeast not someone I wanted to deal with their shit.â He modifies, very aware that Lorraine had been desperate to lock him down at the time. âWhat you do shouldnât matter. Just as long as he takes care of you, physically and emotionally. Work is fucking work. It should stay there.â
You nod, âexactly. You get it.â You know he would take care of you physically. Heâs so handsome, fucking sexy as hell, and you are struggling to keep professional. You never sleep with customers but Javi has you wanting to bend the rules. âFor now, we will both just have fun.â You wink at him, the song rolling into another but you donât get off of his lap, content to stay here all night. âYou want an actual dance?â You ask, biting your lip, knowing youâve just been moving for the camera, not really moving for him.
âIf you give me an actual dance, Iâll embarrass myself, hermosa.â Javi admits, harder than a rock and itâs been a long time since heâs fucked anyone other than himself. Jerking off in the shower every few days doesnât count but itâs what heâs done since his first few weeks back in Colombia the last time. Not even the blonde at the airport had managed to convince him to sneak into the womenâs bathroom for a quickie.
âThatâs okay. I want - I want to make this good for you. Youâre paying money to listen to me chit chat. Let me - I want to show you what I can do.â You murmur, eyes flicking down to his lips and he licks them, causing your eyes to meet his. He doesnât say anything, just nods, and you shift off of his lap, playing a new song. You turn away from him, moving slowly to the intro, swaying your hips and you look over your shoulder at him as you smirk, wanting to affect him. When you turn around, you kneel down and run your hands from his ankles to his thighs, stopping just short of his pelvis, admiring the bulge there for a moment. You slowly straddle him again, grinding down onto his hard cock and you reach behind you to unclasp your bra.
âShit.â Javi has tried to not stare at your tits but now you are practically shoving them in his face. Making him twitch against your grinding cunt and his fingers dig into your hips. Your arms wind around his neck and you press forward, making him groan when your tits press against his skin. All he has to do is open his mouth and he could lick you. Although the glittery body powder youâre wearing wouldnât taste good. He wants to drag your mouth down to his and kiss you. Rip off the tiny bottom and pull his cock out so you can ride him. Instead, he slides a hand around you and squeezes your ass harshly.
You fucking love how it feels to have him touch you, his calloused hands squeezing your ass and you whimper when he drags you down onto his cock. The song continues to play and you try to keep the rhythm but Javi is too good, his hot breath on your skin has you tossing your head back, arching your back to thrust your chest into his face. âFuck, Jav.â You pant, continuing to grind onto him.
His cock is throbbing and he knows that if you donât quit grinding on him, heâs going to fucking blow a load in his jeans like a fucking teenager. âJesus, you gotta stop.â He hisses, unable to resist leaning in and nipping the skin of your breast. Heâs always been a biter and he wants so desperately to have you wearing the impression of his teeth. âYouâre gonna make me fucking cum in my jeans.â
âDo it baby. Itâs okay.â You promise breathlessly, wanting to moan at the feel of his teeth on your breast. âI want you to cum for me Javi.â You murmur, leaning in to kiss his neck, unable to resist him. You want to see and hear him cum, at least to give you something to dream about.
Javi groans, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer, making you grind down on him even more as he rocks his hips up. Filthy moans and a long growl pour into your ear as he closes his eyes, hot spurts of cum coating his cock as he cums in his pants with you grinding down on him.
You kiss his neck again, smiling against his skin at how gorgeous he sounded when he came. Your panties are soaking wet, imagining how he wouldâve felt inside of you. âGod, that was hot.â You confess, breathing him in, and you wish you could fuck him but heâs just here for a good time, not to take his exâs sister home.
âShit.â Javi pants, shaking his head. âIâve not done that since I was in fucking college.â He admits, looking up at you when you pull back. âNow I gotta go shower again.â Heâs not upset about it, doesnât give a fuck, but he wishes he had been able to get you off. âYou gonna think about that later tonight?â
âAbsolutely I am.â You wink and you mean it. It was sexy as hell to be able to make him cum like that. You feel on top of the world, not dirty like other lap dances youâve given where the guy does that. You sigh and lean in to kiss his chin, âyou donât have to pay. That was - I wanted to do that. Itâs not - you arenât paying for it.â
Javi frowns and shakes his head. âThe fuck Iâm not paying.â He insists. âYouâre here to make money and Iâm taking up your time.â He reaches up and grips your chin. âI am not getting freebies while I'm here, okay?â He knows that will get you in trouble and you have to support yourself and finish school. âPlease?â
You stare at him, seeing the fierceness in his eyes. âHow about a discount?â You tease and he offers you a warning look. âFine. Full price if you insist, Peña.â You joke, slapping his chest and he grabs it, tangling your fingers together. You swallow harshly, looking into his eyes. Itâs so tempting to kiss him but you wonât.
âYou should take a break.â Javi murmurs softly. âHave something to drink.â Heâs not thinking about liquor but he knows that you have to be thirsty after dancing. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out another stack of bills. âHere, hermosa.â
You nod, âIâll go to the break room now and get a drink and a snack. Are you gonna go home?â You ask and he nods, âgotta clean up my mess.âÂ
You chuckle, âyou mean the mess I created?â You joke and he snorts, âexactly.â You hold your hand out towards him, âthank you for coming to see me.â You bite your lip, admiring the sheen on his forehead from his orgasm.
Javi nods and takes your hand to stand up. âBe careful, hermosa.â He murmurs seriously. âIf you get any of these drunk assholes bothering you, donât walk out to your car by yourself.â He knows you are smarter than that and have taken care of yourself for a long time but he worries. âIf no one will walk you out you call me. You have Pop's home number?â
You nod, knowing Chucho has had the same phone number since 1965. Your heart flutters at his protectiveness and you try not to read too much into it. Heâs just looking out for you. âThanks Jav.â You lean in to kiss his cheek, âbe careful too.â You know that he attracts trouble and you want him to be safe.
Javi makes his way out of the club, grimacing as he climbs into his truck. The bad thing about it is that despite him cumming in his pants, he still wants to fuck you. Sighing as he turns over the engine, he contemplates coming back tomorrow or waiting until next weekend.
****
Youâre making your rounds when Javi comes into the club a few days later, making you smile and wink at him when you see him nod at you. You are finishing up with a customer who asked you to sit and talk. An older man, regular, who likes to just talk to you because you remind him of his ex wife. He doesnât ask for more but pays you well for your time. Youâre quick to get Javi a whiskey from the bar, making your way over to him and settling in his lap after you set the drink down. âHey stranger.â You coo, kissing his cheek, âwhat you been up to?â
âHey, Rita.â Javi winks at you and takes a sip of the drink you brought him. âIâve been hauling fence posts and shoveling horse shit and trying to break the fuck bastard of a horse Pop decided to buy.â He grunts, thinking about how the bastard had tried to bite him when he was feeding him before he showered and came here. âTook a lot to not just shoot the damn thing.â
You snort, shaking your head at him, "I would've paid money to watch you try and tame a wild one." You giggle at the mental image of him cursing the horse, and you know he would curse his dad for buying it. "So you're here to relax, have a drink..." You tilt your head, knowing you wouldn't mind taking him for another dance. The nights since he came in his pants have been occupied with your hand between your legs, remembering how he sounded.
âTo see you.â Javi murmurs, cutting his eyes back to you. Heâs already resigned himself to the fact that heâs fucked. âFor some reason I canât stay away from this woman Iâve known since she was a high schooler.â He grunts, taking a sip of his drink. âSheâs driving me crazy.â
"Yeah? You know...she has been watching the door every night, waiting for you to come back." You confess softly, eyes flicking down to his lips and back to those dark eyes that look ravenous. "you're driving her crazy too."
âSurprised that sheâs not barring me from the club since I came in my jeans.â Javi flushes slightly and his hand strokes your thigh lightly. âEspecially when she is dressed like this, looking like a fucking sexy angel.â
"I took that as a compliment." You hum, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back. "You like the outfit? I just got it. Picked it while thinking of you, that way you look at me." You admit, looking down at the white silk and lace, "Javi...I don't - my shift ends in an hour. I want to take you back to my place." You confess, sick of beating around the bush. You've debated telling him how you feel, worried he will tell you this is confined to the club and not beyond that.
âFuck.â Javi groans and his hand tightens on your thigh. âYes- fuck, I want to go home with you.â He nearly growls it, leaning in and biting your chin slightly. âCan I keep you occupied for the next hour so I can have you to myself?â
You smirk, "you want a private dance? We can drag it out. I don't want your money for the dance but we can talk in private and waste the time." You suggest, "I promise I won't make you cum in your pants again." You lean back to offer him an innocent pout.
Javi snorts and sends you a small grin. âGotta make sure that your boss doesnât get suspicious.â He murmurs, nodding and squeezing your thigh again. âGood thing there are cameras, or Iâd just fuck you right there.â He finally acknowledges that he has every intention of sleeping with you and he doesnât feel guilty about it. You obviously want him.
You whimper, unable to stop the noise making its way up your throat. âI wouldnât argue with that. But I donât want to rush. Iâve wanted you since you walked in here.â You admit, âyou wanna come back to the room?â You ask, leaning in to run your nose along your jaw.
âYeah.â Javi groans, knowing heâs going to have a hard time keeping his hands off of you now that you both know where you stand. âBelieve me, Iâm not going to cum in thirty seconds when I slide inside you.â He promises.
You shift off of his lap, âI hope not, Peña.â You tease, holding your hand out and he takes it. You guide him back to the private room, letting him sit down and you turn to the stereo. âWhat music do you want?â You ask and he smirks, âwhatever you want hermosa.â His words make you smile and you lean down to pick something sensual. Not wanting to rush this. The music starts and you straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.
âFuck.â Javi groans, leaning in and dragging his nose along your throat, placing a tiny kiss against your pulse. Itâs been a long time since heâs allowed himself this type of intimacy but itâs surprisingly easy with you. âI want to kiss you, but Iâll wait until no one is watching.â He murmurs quietly, not wanting to cause problems with your boss. âWhat do you want me to do, hermosa?â
You press your chest to his, getting even closer to him. âI want you to wreck me. I want you to fuck me so hard I have to take tomorrow off.â You tell him, nipping his jaw as the music plays and you wish you could just leave but your boss would kill you. âI want you.â You kiss his neck, âin my bed.â
Javi hisses and his hard cock twitches underneath you. âYou want me to make to fuck you until you scream my name?â Javi rasps out, digging his hands into your hips. âFuck you until we are both breathless and needing a cigarette?â
âGod yes. Imagined it so many times. At night, with my hand between my thighs. Havenât stopped thinking of you since the first night you came here.â You admit, grinding down on his hard bulge. Fuck, this hour is going to be a lifetime.
He chuckles quietly, fingers sliding under the edge of your skimpy bottoms. âJust like you used to when you were a teenager, huh?â He teases. âLorraine used to say you had a thing for me, but I didnât believe her.â
You bite your lip, âmaybe I did. I, uh, I did have a thing for you. A big thing.â You admit and he smirks, âshut up.â You hit his chest and remember youâre supposed to be dancing on him. âI used to think you were the sexiest man in Laredo, hell, in Texas. Nothing like those boys in school.â
âThatâs because I wasnât a boy.â Javi grunts at you playfully. His hand covers your and he lifts a brow as he drags both of your hands down over his stomach and towards his belt buckle. âAll man, hermosa.â
âFuck.â You pant, unable to resist squeezing him through his jeans. âI canât wait, Javi. I need you. I- Iâm gonna tell my boss I feel sick. I need - Iâll meet you outside, okay? I canât wait any longer.â You tell him, shuffling off of his lap now that the song has ended. Itâs barely been five minutes but you need him after dreaming after him for so long. âCome on baby.â You take his hand to drag him up.
Thereâs a small laugh that follows as he lets you pull him to his feet. He wonât pay you now because you are rushing towards the door, eager to go home. âTell them that you feel like you are going to throw up. That you nearly threw up on me.â He suggests, knowing that the man wouldnât want you throwing up on clients.
You snicker, âgood idea, baby.â You guide him out of the room and you playfully pat his ass before you rush to find your manager.Â
âWhat is it, Rita? You got the money from that dance?â He asks and you shake your head, covering your mouth.Â
âNo. Iâm gonna - I feel like Iâm gonna throw up. Nearly did on him.â You admit, gagging and covering your mouth again.
âJesus Christ. I donât want you puking on anyone. Donât be fucking pregnant. Get your shit and go.â He orders and you nod, rushing to the locker room to change into your sweats and grab your purse, making your way out to the parking lot.
Javi takes one last drag off his cigarette and tosses it down to grind it under his boot. Grinning when he sees you rushing out the back door and he pushes off the side of his truck. âRita.â He calls out, aware that the two of you are in public and he wouldnât want anyone who doesnât know you to find out your real name. He motions you over and looks around. âWhere is your car?â
You point to the heap of shit that barely runs even after youâve prayed for it to start. âYou can follow me.â You tell him, knowing he will want to drive home directly from your place. âCome on baby, letâs go.â You urge and he smirks, winking as he opens his truck door. âSee you there.â You promise and get into your car, sighing in relief when it starts. You pull out of the parking lot, keeping your eyes on the rear view mirror to watch Javi follow you to your apartment.
Heâs fucking appalled that you drive this piece of shit. The damn thing looks like itâs barely clinging to life and one day itâs going to leave you on the side of the road in the middle of the night. Javi grunts to himself as he follows you, reminding himself to say something to you about it. Itâs not safe. Your apartment is only ten minutes away from the club and he pulls in beside you, hopping out and walking up to the curb to wait for you.
You grab your purse and keys, making your way to his truck. You take his hand to guide him into your place. Taking your key, you guide him to your front door and heâs pressing against you. You fumble with the key to open the door and once itâs open, you spin around to press yourself against him. âFuck me Javi.â You demand, cupping his cheeks.
Javi pushes you back through your door, both of you stumbling across the threshold and he slams the door behind him so he can gather you closer to him. âFuck.â He grunts into your mouth, his hands grabbing your ass and pulling you against his cock.
You surge forward to press lips to his, desperate to kiss him. âI need you, baby.â You murmur, pecking his lips, before you deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth.
Javi grunts, rocking his hips forward and tangling his tongue with yours. He knows the basic layout of most apartments and he starts to walk you back towards the hallways. Wanting to get you into your bedroom and on your bed.
You let him guide you backwards towards your bed, pushing you down onto it, and you drag him down with you. âGod, you have no idea how many times Iâve thought about this.â You confess and kiss him, reaching for the buttons of his shirt.
He chuckles, dipping his head and nipping along your jaw and down your through. He loves kissing you, but he wants to do everything he imagined while youâve been grinding on him. âBeen thinking about this a lot, huh?â He teases, one hand sliding up and under your t-shirt to squeeze your tit over your bra before he dives under it too. âFuck youâre so sexy.â
You whimper when he squeezes your breast, reaching down between you to pull your shirt over your head. âFuck Javi.â You gasp when he surges down to wrap his lips around your nipple, biting down on it. âSo fucking sexy.â He murmurs and you push his shirt off his shoulders, wanting to feel his skin.
Itâs a race to get undressed, both of you pulling and tugging on the otherâs clothes. Desperate to get naked and touch each other. Javi groans when you shove your hand into his jeans and gasps when you discover heâs not wearing any underwear. âFuck.â
âHoly shit youâre thick.â You pant when his hands find their way into your sweatpants and he instantly rubs your clit. You squeeze him, âgotta - gotta finish getting undressed.â You tell him and he nods, shifting off of the bed, grabbing onto your sweats so he can pull them down your legs and off of you.
He peels the material down your legs and tosses it onto the floor, kicking off his boots so he can push his own jeans down. His cock bobs and dances as he kicks them off and he groans as he wraps his hand around himself. âFuck baby, spread your legs. And you need to tell me now if you need me to wear a condom.â
You follow his order, spreading your legs for him, and you point to your side table. âIâm on birth control. Iâm clean. Havenât been with anyone since my ex and that was a while ago. I got tested and I- I understand if youâre more comfortable wearing a condom because of my profession. They are in my nightstand.â You tell him, eyes focused on his hard cock, unable to believe how gorgeous he is.
Javi snorts and shakes his head. âIâm clean too and your profession doesnât bother me, hermosa.â He murmurs, kneeling on the bed and caressing your ankle as he shuffles between your spread legs. âIâve slept with prostitutes in Colombia, a lot of them. Respected every one of them.â He leans down and drops a kiss on your knee before his hands slide up your thigh and between your legs.
His words make your heart swell and you admire his honesty. âI- I havenât done this before. Slept with a customer. Believe it or not. I didnât want the extra money like that. Iâve heard too many horror stories of girls that go home with customers.â You admit, reaching out to wrap your fingers around his hard cock. âFuck baby. Youâre so thick, I need you inside of me now.â
He doesnât care if you had done this with every customer you have, as long as you were careful of your safety. He shuffles closer and lets you drag his cock through your folds as he reaches up and pinches a nipple to make you gasp. Leaning down to kiss your lips as you line him up. âFuck, hermosa.â He groans, pushing his hips forward when you let go of him in his eagerness to slide inside you.
You whimper when he starts to push inside of you, feeling the stretch already, and you close your eyes, tilting your head back into the pillow. âFuck Javi. That feels- you feel so good.â You pant and he leans forward to kiss your chin. Your hands slide along his back, loving how muscular and strong he feels under your touch as he pushes deeper until heâs fully inside of you.
âShit.â He hisses, closing his eyes as he rocks slowly, letting you feel without moving too much. Enjoying the way your walls flutter around him. âYou feel so good, hermosa.â He groans, looking down at you and pulling you close as he spreads his knees apart to start thrusting. âSo fucking good.â
Itâs been such a build up to this moment, you are immediately on fire, but you savor how he feels inside of you. âBaby. Oh baby.â You murmur, knowing youâve wanted this for so fucking long and he feels so good inside of you. You wrap your legs around him, pushing him deeper with your heels in his ass, loving how slow heâs going. âWanted this since I saw you in the club.â
His elbow dips into the mattress near your shoulder and he grunts as he rolls his hips forward. âFuck, me too.â He confesses, knowing that he shouldnât but he doesnât give a shit anymore. âSo fucking hot shaking your ass up there.â He huffs, kissing down your jaw and biting on your chin.
You are surprised he wants to fuck you like this but you wonât complain. You whimper and let me push deep inside of you, crossing your ankles behind him back to push him deeper inside of you. âFuck baby. Youâre so - so thick.â You pant, knowing youâre going to feel him tomorrow. He grunts and you grip his neck, gasping when he tries to suck on your neck. âNo marks.â
Javi huffs against your skin but he stops sucking. If you have bite marks or anything on your skin, youâll get shit from your boss. He doesnât want you to get in trouble or make less money because of him. He shifts to his knees and drags you upright. âHold on to the bed.â He orders, keeping your upper body in his hold and he thrusts up into you. âJesus.â
You follow his order, hands flying out to grab the headboard as his hands squeeze your tits, making you moan as he hits something spectacular inside of you in this position. âOh fuck baby. I- shit. Youâre - shit. Youâre so fucking deep inside of me.â You pant, turning your head to press your lips to his.
Groaning, he kisses you back, instantly sliding his tongue into your mouth to tangle with yours. His fingers are digging into the muscles of your back as he keeps steadily filling you. Loving how your walls open for him to fit him like a glove. âJesus, hermosa.â He hisses into your mouth, closing his eyes and sliding a hand down your back and around your body to cup your breast and squeeze.
You pant, loving how he feels inside of you. Pushing deep and you reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on his locks. âHoly shit.â You moan, loving the way he twitches inside of you. âShit baby.â You try to rock your hips to meet his, grinding down onto him while he squeezes your tit.
He huffs, letting go of your tit so he can rub your clit, lowering his head so he can draw your nipple into his mouth. Biting down on it before bathing it with his tongue, he suckles harshly. He loves the way you cry out and your fingers tangle into his hair to pull on it.
You shift to brace your feet on the bed, rocking against him to grind onto his cock. âOh my God, baby. Youâre gonna - Iâm gonna -â Youâre lost in how he feels, so deep inside of you and his fingers on your clit combined with his mouth around your nipple sends you over the edge, clamping down on his cock, you cry out and collapse forward against his chest.
Javi groans against your skin, loving how you clamp down around him and soak him with your juices. âFuck.â He pants, rolling his hips up faster and holding onto you tighter as he chases his own high.
His arms slide under your thighs, lifting you up higher so he can thrust harder inside of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, crying out his name as he pushes you through your orgasm. âFuck. Oh - oh - I need you to cum for me Javi. Please. Cum for me baby.â You beg, trying to grind against him but he has you in a tight grip.
Now is the time where Javiâs thrusts get more desperate. Moaning and grunting as he clenches his jaw and stares into your eyes. He feels himself getting closer. Every time you clench around him, you push him closer. âFuck, fuck.â He grunts, leaning in and biting your bottom lip as he drives deep into your tight cunt and moans as he fills you up with hot ropes of cum.
You canât take your eyes off of him, watching as he cums. His face twisted as he orgasm and you fucking love it. Eyes open as you watch him fill you with hot seed. âJavi. Oh baby. Thatâs it. Fill me up.â You murmur against his chin.
âShiiiiiiiit.â Javi moans, angling his head and pressing his lips to yours for one last kiss. Breaking it off and leaning his head against your clavicle as he tries to catch his breath. âSo good.â He huffs quietly.
You hum in agreement, running your fingers through his damp hair, and you love how his breath hits your chest. âWorth the wait.â You joke softly, caressing his neck while he calms down, his cock still inside of you.Â
âDefinitely worth the wait.â He hums in agreement and you sigh when he lays you down on the bed and pulls out of you, his cum dripping out of you and you spread your legs so he can see. Smirking slightly, he swipes his fingers through your folds and rubs your clit as he lays down beside you. âFuck, now I need another cigarette.â He hums, knowing he wonât get up to get one right now. Heâs relaxed and wants to stay right here.Â
âI have some in my drawer.â You offer, making him raise a brow. He knows you donât smoke so he wonders who the cigarettes are for. You shrug, âold habit. My ex used to like to smoke after sex.â You confess and you shift over him to grab the pack and lighter, placing the ashtray on the nightstand. âThere you go.â You kiss his peck and he works on lighting a cigarette. âI like you Javi, always have. I, uh, I donât just want to see you when you come to the club.â You admit, stroking his chest and down to his stomach.
Javi sucks on the cigarette and leans back, his hand dropping the lighter on your nightstand before it curls around your shoulder. Exhaling up towards the ceiling so he doesnât blow it on you, he hums. âWe can go to dinner tomorrow.â He offers, raising his brow as he looks down at you. âSound good? Anywhere you want to go.â
âYou want to be seen in public with me?â You joke, chuckling as you snuggle into his side. You know your ex had an issue with your job and you hope Javier, despite his assurances otherwise, that he doesnât care about your job.
Javi snorts and shakes his head, taking another drag off the cigarette. "It should be that you don't want to be seen with me, hermosa." He teases, his fingers stroking up and down your back gently. "We could always go down to the steakhouse?" He asks. The steakhouse is pretty much the fanciest place in Laredo to have dinner and it was 'the' date spot for anyone who wanted people to know they were seeing one another.
You raise your eyebrows, surprised that he wants to take you there but you wonât deny that you want to be there with Javi. âI like the sound of that. Letâs do it baby. Steakhouse tomorrow night? I have the night off.â You admit, watching him blow out another cloud of smoke.
Javi nods. âIâve got to work with pop in the morning, so Iâll pick you up later on?â He asks, knowing he doesnât want you to drive that shit box car more than you have to. âSeven sound good or do you want to do it later?â He doesnât know what you do on your days off and he doesnât want to intrude if you have important things to take care of.
âSeven is good.â You hum, âgotta run errands tomorrow and hopefully get some sleep. I have a class too but Iâll be ready by seven.â You promise, âI, uh, I know itâs been a long time since you were with Lorraine but people will gossip and I- I donât care. She doesnât like me but I donât want to cause issues for you.â
âYou arenât going to cause issues for me.â Javi flicks the ash in a tray on the opposite side of the bed and takes one last drag before he stubs it out. âDo you want me to leave?â He asks, unsure if you like men to sleep over. He wouldnât mind staying, but itâs up to you.
You nod, âif you want. Iâm way too comfortable right now to let you go.â You tease, swinging your leg over his hips to snuggle into his side before you pull your covers over you both. âStay.â You order softly and he agrees, kissing your hair. Itâs too easy with Javier. Far too easy.
****
The doorbell rings and you smooth down your dress, eager and hoping Javier likes you in the dress youâre wearing. Itâs more coverage than anything heâs seen you in thus far and you hope he likes it. âHey handsome.â You smirk when you open the door to him.
Javi hasnât worn a suit since he quit the DEA but heâs glad he pulled one out of the closet. Even ironing the shirt. âShit.â He huffs, leaning against the door and returning your smirk with one of his own. âI didnât know I was having you for dinner.â You are fully covered and still his cock twitches in his pants and he thinks youâre gorgeous.
If you thought Javi in jeans was hot, Javi in a suit has you dripping already. âDessert.â You correct him, âwe are having steak for dinner and you can have me for dessert.â He chuckles and you step closer to cup his cheeks, kissing him. He woke you up with his tongue this morning and you have been thinking about him all day. His hands grip your waist and he slides his tongue into your mouth, tasting your lipgloss. âLetâs go baby before we forget about dinner and go straight to dessert.â You slap his chest and reach into your apartment for your purse, making quick work of locking the door.
Javi chuckles and guides you out into the parking lot and over to his truck. Trying to be a bit of a gentleman and opening the door for you. He can tell youâre surprised but he just smirks and watches you climb into the cab before he shuts the door and skirts around the hood to get behind the wheel. âHope youâre hungry.â He teases as he starts the engine. âIâm giving up dessert to eat steak first.â
You giggle, feeling like a teenager all over again except now youâre a woman and Javier is a man and youâre going on a date. You drive through Laredo, watching him and admiring his profile while he concentrates on navigating to the restaurant. âHas anyone ever told you you have a fucking perfect nose?â You ask and he snorts.Â
âAbsolutely not. Never. Not. One. Not even my mother.â He reveals with amusement.Â
âWell I think itâs perfect.â You hum, reaching out to trace your finger along the bridge.
Heâs been hit on plenty of times, enough to know that heâs not ugly but he knows that his features arenât perfect. Still, it makes him open his mouth and then close it, unsure of what to say to that. He finally looks over at you with a slightly disbelieving expression. âI think you need to have your eyes checked.â He jokes. âYouâre the perfection in this truck.â That, he means, finding you stunningly beautiful and not in the way he finds you stunning when youâre at work. You would fit in at any swanky embassy party if he was still in Colombia - or ever attended them.
You fluster, biting your lip at the way he calls you perfection. You know your job has men looking at you like a piece of meat but right now, Javi is looking at you like youâve hung the moon. He pulls into the restaurant and you take his hand when he helps you out of his truck. You walk into the restaurant hand in hand and your heart is thumping with nerves and happiness.
The hostess smiles brightly, although he doesnât miss the way her eyes slide up and down his body and the smile takes on a slightly warmer tone. âMay I help you?â She asks him and Javi nods. âReservations for Peña.â He looks over at you with a small smirk, having called earlier just to make sure that there was no way you werenât going to eat here tonight. After confirming the reservation, the hostess asks the two of you to follow her and for once, Javi doesnât watch a womanâs ass as her hips sway in front of him.
You love how Javierâs hand hovers against your lower back as he guides you to the table and you smile when he pulls your chair out for you. âWhat a gentleman.â You compliment him with a wink and he chuckles while he takes his seat. âYou didnât check out her ass?â You frown, reaching for his hand to check his pulse, âyou feeling okay?â You tease, knowing heâs an infamous playboy in Laredo.
Javi snorts and pulls his hand away from you. âBehave.â He huffs at you even though heâs grinning. âI donât have to imagine what your ass looks like, and I guarantee itâs better.â He doesnât want you to think that he just wants sex with you. Of course he wants sex, but he doesnât want to limit it to just sex. Heâs tired of that and he likes you. Youâre funny and smart.
Seated, you bite your lip as you look over the menu. The prices are set in small print and nothing is exactly cheap. Unsure of what to order considering that your ex had always complained when you wanted an actual meal. The waiter comes over and he orders a bottle of wine that sounds appealing.
âDonât order a damn salad.â Javi huffs, watching you scour the menu for the cheapest options. He doesnât want you to do that, heâs paying the tab so he wants you to enjoy yourself and order what you want to eat. âYou work out all fucking night at your job, you need the calories.â
You stare at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. Most men would be happy for you to order a salad. Say you even have to lose weight or keep your figure, but Javi wants you to eat what you want. You bite your lip, âthe steak sounds good. With French fries.â You confess, looking up at him over your menu. âThen order that.â Javi insists and you nod, setting the menu down. âThank you.â You reach out to squeeze his hand, not sure if he knows how much he just comforted you.
Javi nods and looks over at the waiter when he brings the wine over again. After pouring, he looks back at you, wanting you to order for yourself. He hates when pompous asses speak over their dates and order for them to seem like they are in charge. When you order your steak and fries, Javi orders a steak with a baked potato and seasonal vegetables. Once the waiter rushes off to put the order in with the kitchen, he picks up his wine glass. âTo setting tongues on fire in this town.â He offers with a grin.
You giggle, clinking your glass against his, and you discreetly look around to see several sets of eyes on you. You take a sip, humming softly at the wine choice, and you set your glass down to look at your date. âYou know that a lot of the men in here on dates with their wives have been in the club multiple times?â You snort, knowing that their wives are gossiping about you but have no clue their husbands tossed their money on stage to pay you.
âI donât doubt it.â Javi huffs. âIâm not saying thereâs anything wrong with enjoying a beautiful woman, when you're single. Yes, youâre gonna look when a woman walks down the street. Women do it too, but you donât go seeking it out.â He gives a small shrug. âBut Iâm glad that are helping you get through school too, so fuck âem. Take their money.â
You smirk, loving his mentality and you nod in agreement, âexactly. Fuck âem.â You giggle and reach for his hand, squeezing it. âI would rather fuck you again though.â You tell him honestly, biting your lip, âI want you to come back to mine after thisâŠif you want.â
âUp to you, hermosa.â Javi had hoped you would want to fuck again, but heâs not going to assume that you would invite him into your bed. Heâs exchanged sex for money plenty of times, but the score was upfront and everyone knew what was going on. âIf you want me in your bed, you just tell me the word and Iâll be there.â
You grin, âI want you in my bed tonight.â You say it clearly so thereâs no confusion and Javi nods. The dinner is soon served and you dig in, groaning at how good the steak is. Itâs been too long since you had a meal like this. âGod that was good.â You sigh after the waiter takes your empty plate. âDessert?â You ask Javi and his eyes dip down to your chest, âif youâre offering, hermosa.âÂ
You smirk, âoh Iâm offering baby. You want actual dessert or you want me?â
His own smirk matches yours. âI doubt they would like it if I licked whipped cream off your cunt on the table.â He jokes huskily, eyes darkening as he leans in. âThe question is if you want to eat something decadent here while you think about my tongue buried in your pretty pussy or if you want it first and then eating the dessert you got to go.â
You know you wonât be patient enough to wait through dessert. âDessert to go. I donât want to wait.â You confess, staring at him as the waiter comes over and Javier tells him to pack up one of each dessert to go and bring the check. âYou ordered every dessert?â You ask breathlessly and he nods, âyouâll need your energy for tonight.â His words make your cunt clench and after he pays the check, you grab the bags of desserts and rush out from the restaurant. Once youâre in his truck, desserts secured, you reach for Javi to press your lips to his.
He chuckles against your lips, happy when you open up immediately for him. He curls his arm around your back and drags you across the bench seat to press up against him. Sliding his tongue into your mouth to groan when your own flutters eagerly against his. His other hand slides up your thigh but not dipping under your dress. After a long, steamy make out session, he pulls away panting. âWe need to get back to your apartment.â He grunts, cock hard and already aching for you.
You huff, disappointed but you know you canât fuck in a parking lot. He pulls out of the restaurant parking spot and makes his way along the road to your apartment. The radio is playing and you are feeling cheeky, deciding to reach out and squeeze him through his jeans. âHermosa.â He warns with a low groan. âJavi.â You giggle, flicking the button on his pants, slowly pulling the zipper down.
Because he is in a suit, Javi actually wore boxers. You huff at the obstacle between you and his cock. Javi adjust his hands on the wheel, allowing you more room, sure that you are going to blow him in the fucking cab of his truck as he drives towards your house. âFuck hermosa, you donât have to-â he groans when you reach into his boxers and wrap your fingers around him to pull his cock free.Â
âI want to.â You whisper before you duck your head down to take him into your mouth and Javi hisses, his other hand slapping the back of the bench seat before he cups your head. âOh fuck.â
You take him deeper, loving how he twitches inside of your mouth. You whimper around him, cunt dripping with anticipation of him inside of you and you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, working him deeper while you kneel on the bench in the cab of his truck.
âFuck.â Javi moans, continuously taking his eyes off the road so he can watch you take his cock down your throat. âSo fucking good.â He praises quietly. âSo fucking good. Imagined you like this, so much while you were on my lap.â
You hum around him, widening your jaw to take him deeper down your throat until the hairs at the base of his cock are tickling your nose. He chokes, the truck swerving a little and you almost giggle around his length at his reaction. You want him to feel good, to want more of you. You want to please him.
âYouâre gonna fuckin make me crash.â He groans, sliding his hand down your back to squeeze your ass. He doesnât mind, just making sure that he keeps his eyes on the road and doesnât close them. âSo Fucking eager you have to suck my cock on the drive home. Canât wait.â He teases, smacking your ass.
You moan when he smacks your ass, pulling off of his cock so you can look up at him, continuing to pump him with your hand. âCouldnât resist you. Been thinking about you since you left my place. Wanting your cock again.â You admit before you take him back into your mouth, wanting him to cum before he arrives back at your place.
âGood.â Javi groans. âYouâll have me again now. Anytime you want me.â He promises quietly. He turns into your parking lot and rushes to find a parking spot closest to your building.
You want him to cum down your throat so you take him deep again, moaning around him. Your hand slides down to fondle his balls and you hollow your cheeks, closing your eyes as he kills the engine to his truck.
âShit, shit.â Javi hisses, feeling his end coming and his entire body tenses. He taps your cheek just in case. âGonna cum!â He gasps out, closing his eyes and letting out a low growl.
You donât pull back, feeling his balls pull up in your hand and you moan when his cum hits the back of your throat. You love how he groans your name as he cums, making you whimper around him while you try to swallow every drop he gives you.
It takes almost a minute for him to stop cumming. Moaning your name again as he digs his fingers into your ass as he spurts the last drops into your mouth and gasps for air.
You swallow all of it, waiting until his cock stops twitching and you pull back, kissing the tip of his cock. You lick your lips and sit up to look at him, pleased with yourself for swallowing every drop and the wrecked look on his face.
âJesus Christ,â Javi pants. âYou need to get in the fucking apartment.â He orders, grabbing your chin and pulling you towards him for a kiss.
You smile against his lips, fumbling for your purse and you reach for the door handle. âCome on then, Peña.â You order, getting out of the truck before he can open your door and you rush to your front door, struggling to find your keys and you eventually find them, opening your apartment just as Javi grabs your hips to guide you inside.
âI hope youâre ready to be in bed all night.â He hums, kicking the door behind him and barely taking his hands off of you so he can lock the door behind the two of you. âBecause Iâm not letting you leave it.â
****
Javi walks into the club, excited to see you and to watch you dance for him. Knowing that the other men are watching you but only he gets to take you home is thrilling. He finds a seat just as youâre about to start your set and he orders a whiskey. When you come on stage as Margarita, he smirks when you wink at him, shaking your ass in his direction, and he knows he will be biting it later, not enough to leave a mark but enough to make you squeal his name.Â
When you get off of stage, you gather the money and quickly make your way to the floor, eager to see Javi. âHey sweetheart. Come âere.â You turn to see a man - not a local - reach for you and you barely have a second to react before heâs pulling you into his lap. âWanna see those tits.â He grabs your top, pulling it down to display your tits to his hungry gaze before you can push him away.
Before he can slam his drink down, Javi is shooting up out of his chair. âHey!â He growls, charging over to the asshole who has decided to drag you down into his lap without your permission. âWhat the fuck are you doing, pendejo? You ask before you fucking touch.â He slaps his hand off your top and twists the manâs wrist away from your body.
"She's a whore. It's all for sale. I just took it without paying first." The man snorts at Javi, "you wanna have her? Wait your turn, buddy. She has enough to go around for the right price."Â
You hiss at the asshole, shifting off of his lap and you can't help it, you slap him. "I'm not a fucking whore." You growl, knowing you've never slept with any customer other than Javi.Â
"Fuck you sweetheart, you are probably sucking the cock of everyone in here. This one just got jealous. Wants you to himself, huh?"
âShut the fuck up!â Javi hisses, unable to control himself and pulls back to punch the asshole square on the jaw. The shock of the punch allows you to scramble off his lap and duck behind him. âSheâs not a fucking whore, you puta.â He squares up to hit the man again but security rushes over to grab hold of Javi.
"Stop. Stop." You beg Jason, the security guy who is grabbing Javi. "He was defending me against this asshole. You should be kicking him out." You demand and your boss comes over.Â
"What the fuck is going on?" He growls, "you just hit a fucking customer." He hisses at Javi, "and you slapped him." You try to explain what happened but your boss isn't having it. "You're fired." He growls at you and you clench your jaw.Â
âFine. I'm fucking over this shit hole place." You hiss, turning to Javi who is struggling still. "I'll meet you outside." You tell him, "he will leave." You tell Jason who nods and escorts Javi out of the club. You grab your things and change before you head out of the club, sick of the bullshit you have to endure. You see Javi pacing by his truck and you drop your things, wrapping your arms around his neck to drag him towards you for a kiss.
Javi pulls away from you after a quick and sloppily executed kiss. âIâm sorry, hermosa, I- he was grabbing you without your permission.â He growls, angry that you had been fired for being assaulted. âYou got fired but I canât say that Iâm upset about it.â He tells you. âNot because youâre losing money, but that you donât work for an asshole that will let his customers just do whatever they want to you. I should call the fucking sheriff.â He grumbles, looking at you guiltily.
You cup his cheeks, shaking your head. "It's okay baby. I couldn't - something was gonna happen eventually. I had to leave at some point because they wanted me to...to give extras and I refused." You confess, seeing him clench his jaw. "Leave it. I have been fired. It's done. Let's go. I want to go home."
Javi nods and guides you over to your car. Once again hating how big of a piece of shit it is. Heâs spent hours under the fucking hood cursing when he had the extra time. He hadnât been able to convince you to let him buy you a more reliable car, even going so far as to tell you that you could make payments to him if it made you feel better. âIâll follow you, okay?â
You shake your head, âIâm done with the clubs. I donât - I want to do something else. I donât want to have to fend off assholes. I donât want to tell them no every night because one nightâŠone night they wonât take no for an answer and you might not be there. I canât keep risking it.â You step under the hot water, letting him step in behind you. âIâll find something else. Hopefully in another few months Iâll be finding a job with my damn degree.â
Javi hums and nods, reaching for your sponge thing and your body wash so he can wash the glitter, sweat and lotion off your body. âThen just donât work.â He suggests. âIâll make sure the bills get paid. Not like I am paying anything living with my pop.â He wants you to concentrate on finishing school and itâs been a struggle balancing things. âJust until you can get a job with your degree.â
You lean against him as his hands wash your body with the sponge. âI canât ask that of you.â You shake your head, âI- I will find another job. Iâll be okay. I have some savings for the rest of school and I can manage the rent here. Iâll be okay.â You promise, leaning up to kiss his jaw. You know he wants to help but youâre proud and you donât want him to think youâre with him because you want him to pay for everything. âI- I donât want you to think Iâm taking advantage of you. Itâs not like that at all. I- I love you.â You murmur, staring at his chest to avoid those dark eyes.
Javi freezes for a moment, watching you intently as you avoid his gaze. âI know you do, hermosa.â He murmurs quietly after a moment. âYou know I love you too. That's why I want to help.â
You cup his cheek, bringing your gaze to his. âI know. I just - I want you to know that this isnât just sex. I love you. I donât want your money, I want you.â You murmur, loving how his hands caress you, washing you down, and you grab the body wash so you can wash him too.
âI know that.â Javi scoffs slightly. âYou tried to give me free lap dances every night when I came in. Even though you know Iâm coming home with you.â He doesnât allow you to work for free, always paying you. He knows your bosses would have gotten on your ass for that if you did.
You chuckle, âI just wanted to grind on my boyfriend, thatâs all.â You put a label on what you are and you pray that doesnât scare him off but you have gone on dates, slept over at your place, and heâs brought you coffee and drinks. Youâd consider it dating. âNow you get all the lap dances for free.â
âI donât mind that.â He smirks as he looks down at you where you are washing his legs. âIf you want, Iâll still tuck bills into your panties.â He jokes, knowing you would never let him do that at home. He winks at you to let you know that he was kidding.
âYou canât afford me, Peña.â You roll your eyes at him playfully, glad you are now both clean and you caress his chest, looking at him while the hot water hits your back. âCan you take me to bed? I want to feel you.â You reach down to wrap your fingers around his semi, wanting to have him inside of you.
Javi groans, just like he does every time that you touch him. âFuck baby.â He huffs. âGet out and letâs get dried off.â He smirks, reaching out and squeezing your tit gently. âWant to make you feel good and forget all about tonight.â
You nod, getting out of the shower to grab two towels and you dry off, watching him in the mirror as he dries himself. When he walks back into your bedroom, you are laying on the bed waiting for him, âcome on Peña and fuck me.â You order, spreading your legs. His display tonight has had you wet since leaving the club.
Javi chuckles and wraps his hand around his cock to pump it as he walks towards the bed. âRub your clit baby, want to see you get even wetter.â He loves for you to touch yourself in front of him, finding it even more erotic than your dancing.
You follow his order, rubbing your clit, and you moan when you watch him jerk his cock, fully hard as his dark eyes trail over your body. âFuck baby. You look so good.â You compliment him, loving the small tummy he has and his muscular arms.
âYou look better.â He promises, greedily watching you. You huff but itâs true, you look like a fucking sexy goddess. âAlways so sexy.â He kneels on the bed and shuffles forward. âPut me in, hermosa.â
You reach down to grip his cock, positioning him at your entrance. He pushes his hips forward and you shift your legs over his hips. He moves onto his elbows, pushing deeper inside of you and you reach up to caress his back. âI love you Jav.â You murmur, kissing his shoulder.
âLove you too.â Javi grunts, turning his head to press his lips to yours. He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours. He rocks his hips slightly and groans at the way you tighten around him.
âFuck baby.â You gasp against his lips, loving how he slowly rocks into you, making you whimper at how deep he gets. Squeezing his hand, you try to meet his thrusts, rocking your hips up into his. âBaby. Oh baby.â You moan, loving the way he stretches you and pulls you apart bit by bit.
âThatâs it, baby.â Javi coos, rocking his hips a little faster as he pants. âSo good. That tight pussy squeezing me so tight.â He moans, kissing down along your jaw and when he reaches your shoulder, he bites down hard enough to leave his teeth marks, able to mark you now that you arenât working at the club.
You cry out with pleasure when he bites down on your shoulder, knowing itâs been hard for him to not mark you up when heâs a biter. You love that you can wear his mark now, show the world that you belong to Javier Peña. âFuck. Do it again.â You beg, rocking your hips up to meet his faster pace. Heâs intoxicating and you desperately want him to push you over the edge before he fills you up.
âFuck, gonna bite all over you.â He promises thickly, his teeth digging into the top of your breast and he ducks his head down even further to bite your nipple. He doesnât make that one too hard, instead he baths it with his tongue after he bites to soothe it. âMake you see my teeth marks every time you get dressed.â
âGoddamn. I - I really want that.â You admit, shifting beneath him and he hits just the right spot on his next thrust. âFuck Javi. There. Right there.â You pant and he nods, rocking into you and focusing on that spot. Your neighbors must hate you. Screaming Javiâs name at all hours of the night but you couldnât help it even if you tried. âOh fuck. Oh fuck. Javi - oh!â You moan, clamping down on his cock when his pelvis presses against your clit just right.
Instantly, Javi groans, knowing that he wonât last. Not when you are like this. Sex has been incredible between the two of you, your orgasms becoming quicker and more intense with time. He moans out your name as he buries himself deep and fills you up. Shuddering over you and pressing his forehead to your shoulder as he does.
You pant, trying to catch your breath as his cock pulses inside of you. You run your fingers through his hair, loving having him on top of you, and you close your eyes, savoring how he feels, how he sounds. âLove you baby.â You sigh and he murmurs a âlove youâ into your skin. Lol
****
You are struggling today. The smell of bacon cooking has your stomach rolling and you can barely stand to ask for someoneâs order. Deciding to take the night shifts at a diner until you finish school made the most sense, even if Javi had offered multiple times to pay for your apartment. You hadnât given in, wanting to provide for yourself until you can work in your field. You breathe deeply, taking the order and once youâve sent it to the kitchen, you rush into the bathroom to throw up. After washing your face and mouth, your eyes widen. âShit.â You hiss, realizing that youâve missed your period. Youâll get a test after work. Maybe youâre just exhausted studying for finals.
Javi hums to himself as he glances at the clock. You should be close to getting off work now and he would head up to the diner to wait for you so you can drive home together, you had asked him to not come in. Apparently unsure of getting fired if he hangs out there so Javi had just let himself into your apartment to wait for you.Â
This shit is getting harder to do. Wait around for you. Or not take things further. For the first time in a long time, Javi didnât like having space from you. Wanted to talk about moving in together. Maybe even move you out to the ranch. It would be good, you wouldnât have to pay rent and Javi could sleep in the same bed as you every night.
You finish work, just barely managing it, and you have been nauseous the entire time, unable to even look at the food youâve been serving. Your boss noticed and asked whatâs wrong and after telling her you feel sick, she sent you home. Javi should be coming to pick you up soon and you are nervous. Youâd walked to the nearest 24 hour pharmacy, the daylight breaking over the horizon and you bought the test, taking it in the bathroom. It was positive and youâre terrified. The future you worked so hard for hangs in the balance. You donât think that Javi wants kids. Heâs never mentioned it and you know that Lorraine faking her pregnancy mustâve terrified him. You walk back to the diner and stand outside to wait for Javi and thatâs when you see her. Lorraine and her family are coming in for breakfast.
âIf it isnât the county whore.â Lorraineâs husband Randy rushes their two kids inside, not wanting the girls to speak to you. âWhat are you doing in a decent place?â She demands, curling her nose up at you. âShould you be letting those creeps shove dollar bills up your twat at the club?â
You roll your eyes at her words. You havenât seen her for years and the irony of her showing up the morning youâve just found out your pregnant isnât lost on you. âAt least theyâd pay for me. You couldnât get a dime.â You retort back, making her wrinkle her nose at you. âWell at least Iâm not letting every Tom, Dick and Harry touch me for money.â She hisses and you roll your eyes at her before they widen when you see Javiâs truck pull into the parking lot.
Javi curses under his breath slightly but he doesnât hesitate to step out of the cab. He shoves his hand through his hair and wonders how this is going to play out as he walks over to the two of you. Instead of pretending heâs not with you, he leans in and kisses your lips. âHey, you ready?â He asks before he turns towards his ex fiancĂ©e. âLorraine. Come to see your sister at work?â He asks, like itâs a friendly family reunion. He knows she doesnât talk to you and he subtly slides his hand around your waist. âToo bad she just got off and needs to go home and sleep.â
Lorraine stares for several moments, eyes flicking between you and Javi and you brace yourself. Lorraine has never been able to cope with not getting what she wanted, even if that includes her ex fiancĂ© from years ago. âAre you fucking kidding me?â Lorraine shrieks, âyouâre fucking my little sister?âÂ
You shake your head, âadopted, remember?â You are bitter that she essentially ruined your life.Â
âJesus Christ Javier. I knew you were trying to fuck your way through the entire town but my sister? Oh my God. Did youâŠdid you- when we-?âÂ
You scoff and roll your eyes, âI was seventeen. It was illegal. Javi never touched me then. He was with you.â You remind her but she shakes her head.Â
âYou always had that stupid crush on him but I figured it would fade. I never - ohhhh, you met her at the strip club, didnât you? I heard about your affection for whores in Colombia. Guess you wanted to continue the tradition when you got back to Texas.â Lorraine chuckles and you shrink into Javiâs side. Sheâs always had this way of beating you down and making you feel worthless.
Javi narrows his eyes at Lorraine, he wants to lash out at her but sheâs your sister. He doesnât want to cause more issues than you already have with your family. âShe doesnât work at the club anymore.â He tells her simply. âAnd you should be proud of her, first and only one from your family to get a college degree.â Lorraine had dropped out in order to plan the wedding that had never happened. As far as he knows, she has never gone back.
Lorraine shakes her head, âa degree she paid for shaking her ass and getting her tits out.âÂ
You snort, âisnât that what you did to get Randy? You should go inside to your family, Lorraine. It wasâŠnice to see you.â You say despite your blood boiling at her. She fucked up her life, tried to force Javier to marry her, lied about her pregnancy, then went off the rails when Javi stood her upâŠyet youâre the bad guy.Â
âWhatever. You deserve each other. I have a great husband and two beautiful girls.â She says defensively.Â
âExactly. Go inside and be with them.â Javier demands and Lorraine tilts her chin up and makes her way into the diner.Â
âShit.â You huff, turning to look at Javi once sheâs inside. âIâm sorry about that. Sheâs the last person I expected to show up here. She was never a breakfast person.â
âDonât worry about it.â Javi shakes his head and starts guiding you over to the truck. âSheâs just pissed off that she didnât get to stomp all over you and Iâm not hiding away.â He squeezes your hip before he lets go so he can open the door for you to climb into the cab. âForget about her. How was work?â
You sigh, remembering the test you have shoved in your purse. âIt wasâŠit wasnât great today. All the foodâŠit was making me nauseous.â You have no idea how to tell him, the pregnant test feeling like it weighs a ton in your purse.
âAre you sick?â Javi frowns slightly as he looks over at you, starting up the truck before he backs it out of the parking spot. âWe can get you in the bed and Iâll run out to the drugstore. Just tell me what you need.â He wonders if youâve gotten the virus thatâs going around lately. Feeling bad because he had been thinking about fucking you before you went to sleep. Now that was off the table, but he doesnât care as long as you get some rest.
You bite your lip, struggling to get the words out. âNo Javi. IâŠI - I went and got a test after work. I, uh, it was positive. Iâm pregnant.â You tell him, âI didnât realize it but I skipped a period. Iâm so sorry baby. I- shit - I fucked up. My birth control fucked up.â You choke, tears stinging in your eyes.
Javiâs eyes widen and his knuckles grip the steering wheel even tighter. Fear rushes through him, although thereâs not an ounce of doubt in his mind. You had demonstrated how much disdain you had for what Lorraine pulled on him. âHow- how far along are you?â He manages to choke out, wondering how you feel about it. Youâre almost done with your degree and havenât even had a chance to work in your field, you might not want the baby.
âMaybe 6-8 weeks. I donât know. I gotta go to the doctor to be sure. Iâm so sorry this happened. I didnât - I swear to you I didnât do this on purpose. It was an accident. Iâm sorry baby.â You choke, tearing stinging in your eyes when you see how he grips the steering wheel.
âItâs- itâs not your fault.â Javi shakes his head, trying to shove down the fear of being a horrible dad. He knows heâs got a lot of shit baggage and could fuck a kid up. âWhat- uh, what do you want to do?â He asks, looking over at you.
You bite your lip, âI donât know. I, uh, I live in a studio apartment. Iâm about to graduate. I - we arenât living together or married and I donât want to force you into that. We didnât - itâs completely unplanned and we are completely unprepared.â You try to be logical, wanting to point out the reasons why you shouldnât have this baby.
Javi snorts softly. âIâm sure hundreds of people have babies they arenât prepared for every year.â He tells you. He shakes his head, âhermosa, I was asking if you wanted to keep it or if you didnât want the baby. We can work out all the details on everything else, we have at least 7 months.â
You swallow harshly, looking over at Javi. âWhat do you want?â You ask, imagining a life with Javi, your child running around and adoring their father as much as you do. Chucho being a grandfather and showing them around the ranch. It seems ideal. What youâve always yearned for since you were a kid. âI want it.â You admit softly, âI want to keep our baby.â
âI was planning on asking you to move in.â Javi confesses. âOut to the ranch, give up your apartment and not have to pay rent or worry about that bill. Plus Iâd get to sleep next to you every night.âÂ
You turn to look at him, âreally?â You ask and he nods, reaching for your hand to kiss the back of it. âYou wanted me to move in?â You ask breathlessly and he nods again. Your answering smile makes his heart jump and you kiss the back of his hand, âI would love that. Waking up in your arms, between your legs.â You wink suggestively, âI want to move in with you.â
Javi breathes out a laugh and nods. âOkay, yeah. Pop will love having you out at the ranch. Especially with you pregnant with his grandchild.â He promises you. He had talked to his dad about it last week, and gotten the older manâs approval.
You nod, unable to stop smiling. Excited and scared for what lies ahead. âI guess I better give my landlord notice.â You tell him and he nods, offering you a wink.
****
âHoly shit.â You pant, barely able to keep yourself upright but Javi wraps his arm around your chest, pulling you back against him as he pushes inside of you. âFuck baby. So - so good.â Your bump sticks out and you turn your head to kiss his jaw.
âLook at you.â Javiâs other hand cradles your breast, not squeezes but just holding it since your tits are sensitive while you have been pregnant. âSo fucking beautiful,â he groans, rocking his hips insistently. The need for you has just increased with you living here and starting to showing.
You moved in with Javi six months ago and your bump has made everyday things harder but Javi has been there every day. His cock pushes deep inside of you, giving you what you need, and you reach behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair. âFuck baby. So good. Always so fucking good.â You pant and love how he makes sure youâre comfortable and enjoying yourself every time you have sex.
âYou feel so good baby.â Javi coos, loving how your bump is getting bigger everyday. Heâs seen the ultrasound scans and held your hand during the doctorâs appointments. Cried in the truck after hearing the heartbeat with you for the first time. His hand slides down over your bump to find your clit so he can make sure you cum. âYouâre so sexy and Iâm the only one who gets to see how sexy you are pregnant.â
âOnly you baby. Only you.â You promise, moaning when he rubs your clit just right and his cock pushes deep inside of you. âGod, I love you.â You pant, pushed closer to the edge and you whimper when he hits just right inside of you. âFuck. Youâre gonna make me - Iâm - shit!â You gasp, tilting your head back onto his shoulder.
âFuck, thatâs it, hermosa. Thatâs it.â He hisses, gritting his teeth as he works you through your orgasm. âFuck I love you.â His own hips start to stutter, pace faltering as he pushes towards his own release until he is grinding up into you and panting your name into your ear before biting down on your neck.
You love how he feels when he cums inside of you, his hands gentle when he relaxes and caresses your bump. âYour poor pa having to listen to us go at it all the time.â You giggle and shake your head, shifting to lay down and Javier curls around you, kissing your shoulder.
He snorts. âThat man is dead to the world when he sleeps. Besides.â He curls his arm around you and strokes your burgeoning belly. âHeâs already telling me I canât let La Niña be an only child. She needs a hermano to protect her.â He hums, smiling at his fatherâs nickname for his coming grandchild.
You snort, âone baby at a time, Peña.â You smile and caress his forearm. âI havenât got this one out yet. Sheâs kicking.â You hum, knowing he can feel it against his palm. She knows her daddyâs voice by now and you canât believe youâre here in his arms. You spin around to face him, your bump pressed into his stomach. âI- I know you might say no and thereâs - I donât care if you say no because I understand butâŠwill you marry me?â You ask him softly.
âDamnit.â Javi huffs quietly, frowning at you. âI was going to ask you when you were at your baby shower next week.â He grumbles at you, even though heâs not mad. Leaning in, he brushes his nose against yours and grins. âWhereâs my engagement ring? You canât ask someone to marry them without one.â
You giggle and nod. âI did.â Itâs a simple silver band, but it will look good on his finger. âItâs in our closet, in my jewelry box.âÂ
âOh my god, you actually bought me a ring.â He doesnât know why but the idea of it makes him emotional and he sits up to reach for you. âYou knew I would say yes, huh?â He teases.
You shrug, caressing your bump as he tugs you closer, âwe are kind of tied together forever now. Whatâs making it official?â You giggle, reaching for the box. âIâll even ask you properly.Javier Fernando Garcia Peña. Will you marry me?â You ask softly, wanting him to know youâre serious.
âJesus Christ.â Javi shakes his head and leans in. âOf course Iâm going to marry you.â He promises before he crushes his lips to yours. Your engagement ring is in the bedside drawer and he reaches behind him to open it so he can grab it while kissing you.
You press your lips to his, pulling back when he presses the box into your hand. You look down, opening the velvet box and your eyes widen, âbaby. Itâs - itâs beautiful.â You choke, caressing the diamond and you look up at him, âis this your momâs ring?â
âIt is.â Javi nods and bites his lip. His mother had never really cared for Lorraine and he had never given this ring to her but he wants you to wear it. âCan I put it on you? Since Iâm going to marry you?â He grins at you happily.
You nod, letting him slide the ring onto your finger and you reach for the box by his knee, deciding to slide his ring onto his finger. âYouâre not gonna ask me?â You tease, rubbing his ring with your finger and you admire your own ring. Itâs perfect.
Javi huffs at you and picks up your hand, calling your name softly. âI love you. Youâve been here for me since getting back from Colombia and I know there is no one else I love or trust more in this world. I want to be by your side for everything life throws at you.â He murmurs softly. âWill you marry me? Tie me down? Lock me up and throw away the key?â
You smirk, âtie you down? Lock you up and throw away the key, huh? Didnât know you were that kinky, Peña?â You tease, cupping his cheek with your free hand. âI love you. So much. I want to be your wife. I want to be beside you no matter what life throws at us. I want you. I want our family. I love you so much baby.â You murmur, rubbing his lower lip with your thumb.
âI love you too baby.â Javier promises you, leaning in and kissing you tenderly. âSo much.â
****
âItâs okay baby, I have her.â Holding his baby girl is never a problem, grinning at the scrunched face that his one month old daughter is making. Even though he knows thatâs her âpooping faceâ, heâs still enamored with her since holding your hand as you screamed and pushed her into the world. âYou pick out better fruit than I do.â He trails along behind you as you wheel the shopping cart through the doors, bouncing her slightly in his arms and swaying as she continues to make faces and grunts. The diaper bag is on his shoulder and anyone who has ever known Javier Peña would be shocked at how naturally he had taken to fatherhood.
âHas anyone ever told you how sexy you look as a father?â You ask him as you walk towards the fresh produce.Â
Javier smirks, âonly you. Every day.âÂ
You chuckle and shrug one shoulder, âonly two more weeks until Iâm cleared, baby.â You remind him and he nods, âoh Iâm counting the days.â He promises, knowing you need him as much as he needs you but he wants you to be healthy and safe to do so. Maria fusses in his arms and he rocks her while you focus on picking out some fruit. Chucho likes bananas so you inspect them and put a bunch in the cart.Â
For some reason, your instinct tells you to look up and when you do, your eyes meet Lorraineâs, her eyes flicking between you and Javier holding your baby. She narrows her eyes and walks over, âso you finally trapped him then?â She says, her eyes flicking down to your wedding rings.Â
âNo. I didnât trap him. Iâm not like you, Lorraine.â You sigh, honestly over the past. You are married, you have a daughter you adore and a husband that you love deeply and you donât want to keep rehashing the past. âThis is Maria. Your niece.â You announce, stepping closer to Javier so Lorraine can see the baby's face.Â
She swallows harshly, regret in her eyes but neither you nor Javi have any malice towards her now. âIf you want to come over and meet her properly, youâre welcome to.â Javi offers her and she shakes her head, âno. No. I, uh, I wonât intrude. Con-congratulations.â She stammers and fumbles to turn around and wheel her cart off in a hurry.Â
You sigh, turning back towards Javier, âwell, we tried.â You murmur and he nods, reaching out to rub your shoulder.Â
âShe will come around eventually. I want Maria to have a family that loves her, not resenting her. She still needs to meet Steve and Connie.â Javier says and you know heâs right. Itâs been hard to have Maria without your adopted parents or sister but you know youâll be able to do anything with Javi and Chucho by your side.Â
âThe funny thing isâŠIâve forgiven her for everything because if she hadnât fucked up, we wouldâve never got together and had Maria.â You tell him and he nods, âexactly. We wouldnât have our family. I love you.â Javi murmurs, not wanting to announce it to the entire produce section.Â
You smile softly, reaching up to cup his cheek and you chuckle at the soft blush that appears, âI love you too. Come on, your dad wants that special bran cereal that always seems to sell out. Who the hell in this town eats bran cereal except your dad?â You snort and push the cart.Â
Javi chuckles, following behind you with Maria in his arms and she snuggles into his chest, falling asleep. His eyes trace along your back and down to your ass and you stride through the grocery store and Javi thinks to himself, âIâll follow her to the ends of the earth and back.â
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The Wolf in the Woods {Werewolf!Marcus Pike x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 14.4k
Warnings: Oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, wildlife, secrets, werewolves, monster fucking, werewolf tongue, werewolf cock, rough sex, harsh sex, cream pie
Comments: You finally convince Marcus to take you up to his remote cabin in the mountains. Not realizing that there is something in the woods. Something that has Marcus chaining the cabin doors shut to keep out.
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âCome on baby, itâll be perfect. Me, you, alone for the first time in forever.â You plead your case over the phone, slightly annoyed that your boyfriend had to cancel yet another date but you donât try to take it out on him. Heâs the in-charge agent, the department head of Art Crimes. You know his job is stressful. âWe can relax, sleep in.â You hum suggestively. âSpend all day in bed if we want to. I know youâve been so busy, a weekend at that cabin of yours would be wonderfully refreshing for us both. Iâll even do all the cooking.â
Marcus smiles against the other home at the thought of you and him curling up in bed all day. Something neither of you have the luxury of due to your demanding jobs and Marcus yearns for that kind of intimacy. He pulls up the lunar chart to see when the full moon is. Shit, itâs on Saturday. He will be in transition all weekend. Itâs only once a month but he has to be careful with his more feral nature around you. He bites his lip, wondering if he can lock himself out while he transitions. You are getting frustrated with him and he doesnât want to make you walk away because he keeps flaking on you. You donât know about his true nature and he wants to keep it that way. âOr not.â You say due to his silence and he can hear the disappointment in your voice and he knows he canât say no.Â
âOkay baby. This weekend. You wanna come to mine on Friday after work and then we can head over there? Get groceries on the way? Itâs not stocked up.â
You smile, relieved that heâs not blowing you off, afraid that he has been losing interest and is too much of a gentleman to break things off. âThat sounds great, we can have a nice, quiet weekend getaway.â You are happy that thereâs no chance of starting your period, itâs at least two weeks away so there can be a lot of sex. Having every intention of waking Marcus up with a blow job one morning. âIâll see you on Friday, baby. Donât worry about tonight,â you tell him, letting him hang up after a quick goodbye so he could get back to work.Â
****Â
Knocking on his door, you bite your lip. The bag slung across your shoulder is filled with lingerie and things to entice your boyfriend and you hope he enjoys the surprise. âHey baby.â You smile when he opens the door almost as soon as you pull your hand back, like he had been waiting for you.
Marcus is nervous but heâs determined to give you a good time. He does love you. He hasnât told you yet. Heâs too afraid that if he gets too close, you will find out what he truly is. He smiles at you, hoping you donât realize heâs been standing by the door. He takes your bag, leaning in to softly kiss you.Â
âHey sweetheart. Iâve missed you.â He murmurs, âhow was the drive over?â
âIt was good.â You feel like Marcusâs scent has changed. Itâs muskier, bolder than the normal scent he wears from body wash and cologne. Very primal and you like it. âI was daydreaming about this handsome hunk Iâm going away with for the weekend.â You tease, giving him a playful wink.
Marcus inhales your scent and he swallows down the growl that threatens to work its way up his throat. He clears his throat and guides you inside. âYou ready to hit the road or do you wanna use the bathroom first?â
âOh, I probably should.â You lean in and press your lips to his. âIâll be really quick.â You promise and rush off to the guest bathroom Marcus had down the hall. Heâs perfect and you know that you want to tell him that you love him this weekend.
Marcus curls his fingers into fists, trying to stop himself from wanting to give in to the animalistic urges inside of him. The ones that want to claim you as his. He inhales deeply and carries your bag into the garage so he can place it in the trunk of his car. He has the padlocks and chains in the other bag along with his own overnight bag.
Washing your hands quickly, you come out of the bathroom just as Marcus comes in from the garage. âIâm ready whenever you are, baby.â You promise with a smile. âAnd I have packed a few surprises for you.â
Marcus bites his lip, smirking at you. âYeah? I canât wait to see âem. Come on. Letâs hit the road. Itâs a few hours to get there and I donât wanna get caught in Friday night traffic.â He opens the passenger door for you, helping you in and as he rounds the car, he exhales shakily, begging himself to be good this weekend. Once the car is out of the garage and heâs certain everything is locked, he hits the gas to get out of D.C.
âSo I am hoping you have a grill.â You tell him once heâs off the Highway. âMaybe a couple of steaks tonight or tomorrow?â You ask.Â
âRare.â Marcus nearly growls the request and your eyes widen slightly.Â
âGot it. You like your steak rare.â You laugh.
Marcus grips the steering wheel a little too hard and he cracks his neck. âI have a grill. Tonight maybe?â He suggests, his inner wolf growling at the thought of a rare steak. He pushes him down and turns on the radio to distract himself.
âTonight is good.â Marcus seems a little distracted and you feel bad. Poor man has been overworked for months now. âSome red meat, Some wine, a little sex and then some sleep.â You reach over and lay your hand on his thigh. âCome back from the cabin a new man.â
Marcus chuckles nervously, âI hope.â He reaches for your hand to squeeze it and he brings it up his lips to kiss the back of it. âYouâre too good to me.â He murmurs and he sighs when he lowers your hand to squeeze the gear shift with your hand in his.
Your heart melts. âI love you.â You blurt out. Itâs not the romantic, sexy way you imagined telling him, but you donât want him to doubt this for a second. You are completely head over heels for him. âI know itâs odd to say in a car, but I love you Marcus.â
Marcus is taken back by your confession and his heart melts, âI love you too.â He says, turning his head to look at you. âItâs - I wanted to tell you this weekend. Properly. Romantic. But I love you baby.â He smiles at you, kissing your hand again.
âIâm sorry.â You grin, not really sorry for it but youâll pretend. âI just couldnât wait. And I donât know what it is, but you just seemâŠ.more dominate today. Itâs really sexy andâŠâ you break off, feeling slightly embarrassed by your confession.
Marcus swallows down the growl that threatens to make its way up his throat and he clears it, turning slightly to smirk at you. âYeah? You like a bit of dominance?â He asks. Your love making so far has been just that. Soft and sensual since Marcus has been trying to conceal his true nature, even biting into the pillow when he has the urge to bite.
âDonât get me wrong.â You hastily try to reassure him. âI love our sex life. Iâm always satisfied with you.â The last thing you want is for Marcus to think you are unhappy. âI just know that exploration is always healthy in a relationship.â
Marcus flusters, knowing you want more from him. He wants to give you more but heâs afraid heâs gonna go too far, lose control. âI know. Maybe this weekend we can experiment a bit.â He compromises, knowing it might be good to let his more animalistic urges come out a little.
You donât say anything, just lean over in your seat to kiss his cheek. âIâm going to make you the biggest, rarest steak I can find.â You promise happily. âWe can split a bottle of wine. Get a little tipsy and thenâŠâ you bite your lip. âI want to suck your cock. Let you relax.â
Marcus groans, âyou are too fucking good to me, baby. I- shit. I donât know what I did to deserve you.â He says, flexing his fingers on the wheel as the urge to just pull over and claim you hits him again. The drive isnât too long to get out of the city and soon enough Marcus is pulling up outside of his cabin in Virginia.
âIâm glad that little grocery store had everything we needed.â You had been impressed by the little country store. It seemed quaint, but inside was a good selection of food, obviously catering to people who weekend up in the mountains. âOh this is so cute, Marcus.â You coo, taking in the rustic little one bedroom cabin. âNo wonder you like to get away up here.â
Marcus smiles, trying not to frown because thereâs a reason why he comes here. âYeah itâs a nice place to escape from the hustle and bustle. I enjoy it.â He hums and kills the engine after parking the car. He gets out and scoots around the car to open your door, still a gentleman despite his biology. âLet me open up and then Iâll grab the bags.â He says and walks over to the door to open up the front door.
He seems distracted and you wonder if he was regretting bringing you. Perhaps his escape from the hustle and bustle also included you. You feel a little guilty for pushing him but you didnât want to spend another weekend apart. âIf you donât mind, Iâll get started on dinner right away.â You offer.
âOf course babe.â Marcus smiles as he lets you in after unlocking the alarm and he prays you donât see the scratch marks adorning the door. He should fix those but thereâs been no point until now. No one else has ever come out here. He lets you in and rushes out to grab the groceries so you can start dinner right away.
Itâs far more simplistic than you imagined and yet, it fits your boyfriend. âItâs rustic.â You remind yourself, knowing that it could be even more so. It could not have electricity or running water. The minimal furniture looks comfortable and you wonder if Marcus just reads or sleeps when he comes up here.
âYeah itâs uh pretty basic.â Marcus says as he sets the bags down. He got sick of replacing furniture so itâs bare bones but it gets the job done. Thereâs no TV because he ripped that off the wall the first weekend he stayed in the cabin. âIâll get our bags.â He says and kisses your forehead before he heads back out to the car.
You hum as you start to organize the groceries, pulling them out of the bags and you frown when you open the refrigerator door. The appliance was completely empty. No old jelly or even a left behind beer. âYou werenât kidding when you said it wasnât stocked.â You shake your head, wondering if he just didnât keep anything here or if he went out to a local restaurant while he was here. âAt least we gave the pans and plates.â You tell him as he comes in. âI donât mind basic at all. Better for snuggling up to you.â
Marcus leans in to kiss your hair, âexactly. I want this to be a good weekend.â He hopes that down to his core, and he murmurs your name as he takes the milk from your hand to put it away. He wants you to be comfortable here and heâs terrified heâs going to do something wrong. You soon get to work on making dinner and Marcus turns on the radio. âYou want some help baby?â
âWould you fire up the grill?â You ask with a grin as you look up from the cutting board. Marcus had grumbled about the vegetables, although he normally is the one to want a salad. Itâs cute though. âThe steaks are ready to grill.â
Marcus nods, happy to do whatever you want. He wants to make sure youâre happy during your weekend, especially since he doesnât want you to get suspicious. He playfully smacks your ass as he passes, driven by his instincts as he heads outside to get the grill ready.
âThis is going to be good for us.â You smirk as you toss the salad together and take the steaks outside. âThank you, baby.â You hum as he closes the lid on the grill, all fired up.
Marcus is a good cook, able to grill up some steaks and he makes his extra rare, the rumble in his stomach from both hunger and being restrained. He sets the steaks down on the table when they are done, thanking you for the wine you let breathe. âTo us.â He toasts, wanting to make this a good weekend together.
âTo us.â You had been surprised when he had taken over grilling, but you donât complain. It makes it better, fixing a meal together. Cutting into your steak, you groan at the taste. âThis is so good, baby.â You praise. âHow is yours?â
âPerfect.â He practically growls, almost picking up the steak to tear into it with his teeth but he controls himself. The steak is barely cooked - a minute on each side at most. He tries to swallow down some salad but heâs so starved for meat he ignores most of it.
âDo you want some of mine?â You are startled by how quickly Marcus wolfs down his steak, but maybe heâs really hungry. âIâm stuffed.â
Marcus should tell you no but the steak looks too good so he reaches out to grab it with his hand, barely managing to grab a knife and fork to cut it when he wants to just sink his teeth into it.
âNext time Iâll get another steak.â You promise, smiling indulgently as you watch him eat. Thereâs something almost animalistic about his hunger and you wonder if he will carry that through to the bedroom tonight.
Marcus groans when he finishes the steak, his stomach full but itâs still not enough. âThanks for the, uh, salad, baby.â He blushes as he looks down at his uneaten salad on his plate. âSorry. I just really wanted steak.â He murmurs, cutting his gaze across the room.
âThatâs okay.â You shrug and reach across the table to take his plates. âI donât mind.â Standing up, you smirk. âIâll get these washed up and meet you in the bedroom?â
Marcus nods, knowing itâs late. You left after work so itâs getting dark and he knows you want him. He can smell it on you. He wants you too, more than you could ever imagine. He growls softly under his breath when you walk into the kitchen and he stands up, not bothering to lock the doors. He will lock them later. He makes his way to the bedroom and works on stripping out of his clothes, leaving him in his boxers.
You bite your lip after you finish washing the dishes. You had let him take the bag into the bedroom, so you canât surprise him with lingerie, so you just decide to strip down. Knowing that he would never think that was a bad thing. Quickly peeling off your clothes, you saunter towards the bedroom, eager to see his reaction to your need for him.
Marcus sees you as you enter the bedroom and his jaw drops. Fuck, you look delicious. He groans and his cock hardens in his boxers, shifting as he sits on the foot of the bed. âFuck baby.â He murmurs, his dark eyes drinking you in and he swallows down the urge to grab you and make you his, mark you, claim you.
âI should have thought about getting out the lingerie before you came in here.â You admit, shrugging as you appreciate the possessive look in his eyes. He looks positively feral, like he just wants to eat you up and that makes your pussy throb. âTake off your boxers, baby. I want to suck your cock.â
Marcus groans, working fast to push his boxers down his legs and when you kneel in front of him, his heart pounds in his chest and he struggles to restrain himself. âBaby. You look so pretty like this.â He murmurs as you rub his thighs, looking up at him. He groans when you take his cock into your hand and he growls softly.
You arenât sure why heâs so growly lately, but donât mind it at all. The sounds shoot straight to your pussy and you feel yourself growing wetter. Smirking up at him, you keep eye contact as you lean in and press your tongue to the head of his cock.
âFuckkk.â Marcus hisses, his fingers digging into the sheets and he tries to keep his eyes open as your hot tongue presses against the underside of his cock. âFuck baby. You- shit.â He hisses, closing his eyes to keep control.
âI want you to relax.â You tell him when you pull your tongue away. Starting to slowly stroke his cock up and down before you take the head back into your mouth.
Marcus is tense, unable to help himself as he tries to control the beast within him. He doesnât want to hurt you. Itâs the last thing he wants. He struggles to not rip the sheets as you take him deeper into your hot mouth, your tongue pressed against him, and his eyes roll back when you hollow your cheeks. âFuck baby. Jesus.â He hisses as he tries to keep his hips on the bed.
You moan around him and eagerly start to bob up and down on his cock. Wanting to feel the way his thighs tense against your breasts and he growls your name. Wanting to make him cum and fill your mouth.
âFuck. Oh Christ. Itâs so good, baby. Fuck, youâre so good to me.â He groans, his neck tensing as his cock twitches inside of your mouth. He moans your name, rocking up to push his cock deeper down your throat.
Marcus isn't overly thick, but he is long. The thrust up makes you choke slightly but you don't pull away. Making it your mission to take everything he wants to give you this weekend and beg for more. You want to make sure that this cabin and what happens in it is burned in his memory and tied to you. Letting go of his cock, you grip his thighs and let him fuck your mouth as you push down.
Marcus canât resist, thrusting up into your mouth. He groans your name as you stay still, just letting him fuck your throat. âFuck baby. I- Iâm gonna - shit. Shit. Shit.â He hisses and his ass cheeks clench as his cock twitching, his cum hitting your tongue as you pull your head up.
Your whine is cut off by the cum flooding your mouth. It feels like heâs not cum in a year. Feeling him grab the back of your neck and hold you while his hips rock up. Your cunt is dripping at the rougher treatment. One hand slipping down and rubbing your clit as you swallow him down in big gulps.
âFuck baby. So good to me.â Marcus hisses as you swallow every drop and his eyes open to find you rubbing your clit. Fuck, youâre so gorgeous. The sheet rips beneath his grip as he shakes through his orgasm. âGet - need to taste you.â Marcus growls as he shifts to lay down on the bed, his cock flopping from your mouth. âSit on my face.â
You are never one who is shy about taking your own pleasure but this time itâs almost an order that you donât want to take. To see if he would just grab you. Slowly straddling his chest, you donât move any closer, looking down and caressing his cheek.
Marcus growls, unhappy with you not sitting on his face. He grabs your ass, fingers digging into your flesh as he drags you up his chest and over his face, his tongue diving in to slide through your folds. His growl is muffled as he samples your cunt and he sucks on your clit, ravenous for you.
Squealing in surprise, you grab onto the solid headboard to hang on as Marcus seemingly devours you. âOh fuck, Marcus.â You moan, head dropping back and body rocking forward as he pulls you closer.
He is like a man starved, his tongue pushing into you as his nose presses against your clit. He groans your name even though you canât understand it. He wants you. In every damn way he can have you. His fingers dig deeper, certain to leave bruises but he doesnât care as he wants you to rock on top, take your pleasure.
You start to follow his silent command. Rolling your hips and grinding down onto his face like you are giving his face a lap job. In a way, you are, but youâre too busy massaging your tits while you moan his name again. âMarcus, oh fuck baby, your tongue is so deep.â
Your cry has him smirking against your pussy. His tongue is extra long when heâs close to the full moon and heâs glad he can use what he is for something positive. He groans into you, his nose pressed against your clit. He wants to hear you cry for him. He yearns to hear you scream.
Your eyes slip close and you whimper again and again as you rock your hips over his face. âOh fuck baby, youâre gonna make me cum.â Panting as you get closer to the orgasm that is building up, your tongue gets looser. âI love you, oh baby, I want you, this forever.â
Marcusâs heart pounds in his chest at your words, loving how passionate you sound as you chase your orgasm. He groans as you rock faster, little whines escaping your lips and he curls his tongue, his fingers shifting to caressing your puckered hole between your cheeks after he spreads them.
âOh shit.â Your eyes spring open in surprise. Marcus has never even ventured close to your other hole but you donât mind, âplease.â You whimper.
He understands what you need and he pushes his finger inside of you a little, desperately needing you to cum for him. He loves how you taste and how you sound when you cum.
When he slides his tongue deeper, you wail his name. Body convulsing and seizing up as you come apart. Your walls clench down around his tongue and you soak him with your juices.
Marcus laps you up, his cock now hardening at your orgasm. One of the perks of his composition is his ability to recover even as he gets older. "I fucking love you." He groans when you lift up off of him and he kisses your soaked thighs.
âI love you too.â You moan softly, giggling quietly at the post orgasm rush and wiggle down his body to press your lips to his. âAre you ready to fuck me, Agent Pike?â
Marcus nods, feeling loved and yet heâs still feral. Wanting to claim you but he channels his softer side to give you what you need tonight. âLay down baby.â He says, lifting you off of him and you shift to lay down. He wastes no time kneeling between your legs, his hands sliding along your body until heâs cupping your tits.
Your legs drape onto his hips, eagerly wrapping around him and thereâs something different about Marcus. He seems harder, sharper almost in the light of the cabin. Squeezing your tits until you gasp and arch up under his touch. âTake me, baby.â You moan.
Marcus pinches your nipples, getting a little rougher than normal. He shuffles closer on his knees and he grips his cock, pumping himself a few times. "My girl needs me to fuck her?" He coos, asking you as he jerks his cock.
âYesssss, oh fuck yes.â You whimper, finding it incredibly sexy to watch this man stroke himself so confidently. Whatever is happening, you love it and it is making you desperate for him. âPlease baby, fuck me. I need you inside me.â
He doesnât torture you anymore, knowing he needs to be inside of you. He shuffles even closer to notch the head of his cock at your entrance after swiping it through your folds and he hisses as he pushes into you. Youâre so wet. So hot. So tight. He is hesitant to be too rough but his instincts are telling him to just push deep and set a frantic pace until he cums.
The first thrust tells you that this time is going to be different. Marcus is a very careful and thorough lover. Always making sure that you are completely satisfied when you are done, but heâs very restrained. You can tell there are times that he wants to go harder or deeper and even though you assure him you can take it, he doesnât give in.
He is feral, his chest heaving as he looks down at you. His eyes dark as he twitches deep inside of you. Usually heâd take his time letting you adjust to him but he doesnât give you that luxury. He starts to move inside of you, harsh thrusts that makes your body jiggle.
Your eyes widen and your fingers dig into his shoulders as he starts to fuck you ruthlessly. Stealing your breath at the brutal pace that makes your entire body lurch up on the bed. âFuck!â You scream, eyes rolling back from pleasure.
Your scream spurs him on, thrusting harder, his hands grabbing your thighs to lift them higher until he decides to push them back into your stomach. His weight pressing you into the mattress as he fucks you hard and fast. âFuck baby. Fuck. Need you. Need this.â He growls, leaning down to lick along your neck.
ââYou donât know what possessed Marcus, but all you can do is cum for him. His cock hits something magical inside you and with a squeal, your walls clench down around him and soak him in a torrent of your juices.
âFuckkkk.â Marcus hisses as you soak his stomach and pelvis with your cum, hot and wet and so fucking sexy. He hisses your name, thrusting a few times, hard and deep until his cock twitches as he cums inside of you. Painting your walls as he practically roars, unable to believe how good you feel.
Itâs beastly and you are utterly captivated by the sight of Marcus, straining and grunting over you as he fills you up. The heat of his cum flooding your womb and making you moan.
Marcus kisses along your neck, refraining the urge to bite your neck. âSo good.â He murmurs, âYouâre so good to me.â He coos and you caress his back, âso good.â
âBaby.â You moan quietly, turning your head and kissing along his jaw. âI love you so much. That was- incredible.â
Marcus murmurs, âI love you too.â He nudges his nose against yours, trying to be affectionate and he stays inside of you but shifts to lay on his back, you on his chest. He strokes your back, knowing that once youâre asleep, heâs going to need to get the duffel bag from his car so he can prepare for midnight.
His heart is galloping in his chest and you hum, stroking his shoulder affectionately. âThat was amazing.â You murmur before you yawn. âWore me out.â
Marcus chuckles, âwore me out too, baby.â He murmurs, caressing your back as you relax on top of him. He can smell himself all over you and that makes him hum. He loves it. He loves you. âBaby, you want a snack or some water?â
âIâm good.â You purr quietly. âIâm going to go to sleep and wake up early to make sure that you get the best blow job youâve ever had.â
Marcus snorts, âyou already did that.â He kisses your hair, âbut you can try to beat it baby.â He murmurs, âjust go to sleep. Iâll clean you up.â
One of the best things about Marcus is his aftercare. You smile as you settle down against his chest and close your eyes. You have the best boyfriend in the entire world, one that you love.
Marcus lets you drift off to sleep before he rolls you onto your back. He pulls out of you and shuffles into the bathroom to grab a rag to clean you up. He works fast to clean you and covers you with the comforter. He kisses your forehead and makes his way into the bathroom to clean himself up. Exhaling heavily as he looks into the mirror, his fingers curl into the sink as he feels the moon is high in the sky. He needs to prepare and keep you safe inside.
****Â
You wake up to Marcus curled around you, his nose pressed against your neck and he is snoring like he's not slept in ten years. Your plans for waking him up to a blow job are temporarily on hold. He needs sleep more than he needs sex and you slowly slip out of his arms. You'll make some coffee and take it out to the porch so he can sleep.
Marcus had a long night. After you fell asleep, he grabbed his bag from the car and locked up the house, making sure you were secure before he chained himself to a tree a couple of miles away. He doesnât really know what happened after midnight - he gets flashes during his sleep if itâs been a while since heâs transitioned - and last night was one of those times.
When youâre pouring a cup of the coffee, you hear Marcus whimper, making you frown as you look toward the bedroom. Deciding that he does need to rest more, you shut off your alarm before it can ring, a habit of your weekends to make sure you donât sleep all day, and slip outside the door to the fresh morning air.
Marcus should wake up but he usually sleeps most of the day when heâs out here. Only coming here once a month when itâs needed. He curls into a ball, pulling your pillow close to breathe you in.
You sigh softly, smiling as you look out at the valley through the small clearing of trees. It really is a beautiful view, although you know you are quite isolated. There hadnât been one light besides yours on the mountain last night. You turn back to check to make sure you closed the door and gasp loudly, almost a shriek. Deep gouges in the wood, resembling claw marks, decorate the door and frame. Many of them, as if some large creature was trying to get in. âOh shit.â Your eyes start flickering around the woods surrounding the cabin as if you expect a creature to attack you right now.
Marcus doesn't stir until he hears your scream. He wakes with a fright and stumbles out of the cabin. "Baby. Baby. What's wrong?" He pants, still in his boxers and wondering if there's something else out there besides him.
You grab onto Marcus, turning him towards the door. âThereâs something- it tried to get into the cabin!â You cry out. âIs it a bear? Did a bear try to break in?â
Marcus's eyes widen at the claw marks on the door. He tried to get in the door. He tried to get to you last night. That makes his heart pound as he steps out to look at the door frame. "Fuck baby. I- it was probably a bear. This has happened before. I - you're safe." he promises you, "I will keep you safe."
âOh my god.â You shiver and reach out to touch the marks. âThatâs a big fucking bear.â You tell him. Something seems odd, Marcus had nearly had a heart attack when he saw the marks. If it happened before, why does he look so upset? âLook!â You rush down the steps. âTracks.â
Marcus is terrified that youâre going to find out his secret. He reaches for your shoulder. âItâs gone now. Probably smelled the food. Just - letâs go inside and have some breakfast. Probably a bear. Itâs long gone, baby.â He says, trying to sound convincing.
Something about that sounds wrong but you donât argue. Instead, you let him guide you into the cabin and close the door firmly behind the two of you. âShould we store the food differently?â You ask him, knowing he spends a lot of time up here. He would know.
Marcus shakes his head, âno. No. I donât think thatâs necessary. Why donât we head inside and - God, I need a coffee, baby.â He tries to change the subject, his hand hovering on the small of your back to get you inside. Heâs trying to keep cool but he is freaking out a little that the beast inside of him tried so desperately to get into the cabinâŠto get to you.
That does the trick, immediately distracting you from the animal marks on the door. âOh baby, Iâm so sorry, I woke you up.â You cup his face, feeling guilty about disturbing his sleep. âLet me go get you a coffee and Iâll start breakfast. You can lay down again if you want?â
Marcus softens and relaxes as you cup his cheek and he nods, reaching for your wrist and turning his head so he can press a soft kiss to your palm. "I'm up now sweetheart. Let's get a cup of coffee and we can work on breakfast together. I, uh, kinda just want bacon."
âJust bacon?â Your eyes widen dramatically. âMarcus Pike doesnât want pancakes?â Teasingly, you touch the back of your hand to his forehead. âYou donât seem to be sick.ââ
Marcus chuckles, "I just really want bacon." He confesses, knowing he usually loves pancakes but for some reason, he just doesn't want them today. He wants meat.
âThen bacon is what you will get.â You promise, leaning in and pressing your lips to his before you turn back to pour him a cup of coffee.
"You're too good to me." Marcus repeats for the hundredth time. He means it. You are too good for him. He's terrified of you finding out the truth. That's what sent his first wife running. He swallows harshly as you pour him a cup of coffee and he sits down at the kitchen table. "I thought maybe today we could go for a hike?" He suggests, knowing that the exercise might wear him out enough to not run too much at night.
âSure.â You had expected to relax, but if Marcus wants to hike and show you some of the area, thatâs fine with you. âI can make some sandwiches if you want? Or- no, we shouldnât do that.â You decide. âWe might attract that bear.â
Marcus doesnât argue, wanting you to believe itâs a bear. He sips his coffee as he watches you cook. He offered to help but you told him to relax. Little do you know that itâs almost impossible since he is worried about the claw marks. He stands up when you set the bacon off to the side to drain and his hands find your waist, his lips on your neck.
âHmmmmm.â Closing your eyes, you tilt your head to the side to give him better access to your skin. âI love when you kiss my neck. When you do anything to me, really.â
Marcus smiles against your skin, âme too. I mean, whatever you do to meâŠalways so fucking good.â He murmurs and continues kissing along your neck, dragging the strap of your shirt down to kiss your shoulder. âTaste better than bacon.â He chuckles against your skin. âDelicious.â He says as he licks along your neck.
The hard length of his cock is starting to press against your back and you donât mind it at all. Moaning softly as you grind back against him. Heâs apparently in the mood and you arenât going to discourage him. âWant a quickie while the food cools?â You pant out, wishing you could kiss him.
Marcus groans, grinding a little harder against you. He murmurs your name and spins you around, lifting you onto the kitchen table and he grabs the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head. âSo fucking beautiful.â He hisses as he looks at your tits, wasting no time ducking down to take a nipple into his mouth.
âFuck, Marc-â your moan is strangled as he attacks your breasts with a ferocious hunger. His hands grabbing your ass and sliding you forward to press against your core. You arenât wearing panties, he had put a shirt on you but no panties so his boxers are starting to rub against your clit. âFuck. Baby.â Your eyes close as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck. âFuck me.â
He growls, low and deep in his chest as he squeezes your ass. Fuck, he needs you. His fingers trail down from your breast to your core, groaning when he finds you wet for him. He hisses your name and moves fast to shove his boxers down, his cock hard and aching for you already. It doesn't take much to get him going during the full moon. He grips his cock, pushing your thighs further apart with his free hand as he positions himself until he is pushing into you,
He pushes the air out of your lungs in a squeal. The full length of him pushing inside you until he is grinding deeper, as if he wants to burrow inside your cunt. Your legs wrap around his waist and your own kisses start to scatter over his skin. âOh god, I donât know whatâs happening but I love it.â You whine, incredibly turned on by how rough heâs being.
His hands grab your ass, pulling you even closer, and he starts to move inside of you. Low groans escaping his lips as he rocks into you, hard and fast. His lips find yours, smothering both of your moans, and he hisses when you bite down on his lower lip.
Thereâs something unique about the way that Marcus is acting and you canât sort it out. Not that you are trying very hard when your sweet and loving boyfriend is fucking you like his life depends on it. Making your entire body sing with pleasure.
He thrusts hard and fast, the kitchen table scrapping the floor below as he fucks you like aj animal. His hand comes up to grip the back of your neck, tilting it to expose the flesh to his gaze and he leans down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin above your pulse.
âOhhhhhh fuck.â You gasp out, shivering in pleasure and submission as you let him take what he wants. âPlease.â You whimper. âUse me. Take me.â
Marcus grunts as he thrusts into you, his other hand finding your clit to rub harsh circles every time his hips pull back. Itâs too much and not enough all at once. âFuck. You feel - like a goddamn vice.â He groans as your walls flutter around him.
His voice is lower, raspier and it makes you whimper. All those times you claimed you didnât care about dominant men going out the window as this man claims you. âYours.â You promise. âAll yours.â
âMine.â He growls, unable to stop himself and he hisses your name as you clamp down on his cock. âCum for me, baby. Cum for me sweet girl.â He demands, rubbing your clit a little faster and he bites down on your shoulder.
Shuddering, you canât help but give him exactly what he wants. Crying out his name again, everything but the feeling of your cunt spasming leaves your thoughts.
Marcus hisses when you clamp down on his cock and soak him, your nails dig into his back but he doesnât feel a thing. âYouâre so - Jesus Christ. Baby. Iâm gonna - youâre gonna make me. Oh fuck. Fuck!â He yelps as he cums, pushing deep to paint your walls again.
Panting, you kiss his sweaty skin as he rides out his high, lapping at his pulse tenderly and cuddling closer. âFuck, I love you.â You whisper softly. âSo much baby.â
Marcus pants as he comes to a stop, resting his forehead against yours. âLove you too. All of you.â He murmurs, wanting you to know that when he dreads you not feeling the same way about him. Heâs terrified about you finding out his secret.
He clings to you for a moment and you smile as you pull away. âMe too, sweetheart. Nowâ you run your hand down his chest. âI need to get you fed.â
He sighs, pulling out of you, and he knows youâd never accept him, all of him. The darkest parts of him. He kisses your forehead as he steps away from you, bending down to pick up his boxers and pull them on. âIâll get you something to clean up.â
âHandsome and helpful.â You tease, reaching out and slapping his ass as he turns around to get you a rag. âIâll fix your plate of bacon.â
Marcus chuckles, making his way into the bathroom. He wets a rag and sees some tissues in the wastepaper basket. He frowns, bending down to pick them up and he gasps when he sees blood. âShit.â He hisses, trying to figure out how to conceal them. He probably wiped himself off before he got back into bed with you after sunrise. He winces when you call him and he makes his way back into the kitchen.
âBreakfast is served.â You smile as you set the entire pack of bacon that you put on his plate in the spot where you moved his coffee. âWhere were you thinking of hiking to?â
âI was thinking of going further up the mountain. Thereâs a really nice spot that looks out over the valley. I figured we could take a book or two and some drinks. Snacks should be okay. Bear likely wonât venture up that high.â He says, not wanting you to be concerned. âThanks for the bacon baby.â He says as he hands you the rag.
âThat sounds good.â You smile again, thinking that heâs the sweetest as you take the rag to clean up. âAfter breakfast, weâll pack up and head off?â You ask, tossing the rag down after you clean up and sit opposite from him as he starts to wolf down the bacon with the same appetite that he had attacked the steaks last night.
Marcus is ravenous, chewing on the bacon like a rabid dog but heâs starving. He always tries to keep his meals to pure meat when heâs here but he suspects you might get suspicious of that if he doesnât at least have some potatoes.
Watching him, you are slower to eat than he is, seeing a different facet of your normally mild mannered boyfriend. Pouring some syrup over your own pancakes, you cut into them and take a sip of your coffee.
Marcus groans as he finishes the entire plate. âShit. Baby. I- I didnât leave you - fuck. Iâm sorry.â He shakes his head, feeling guilty that he ate the entire plate without you getting even a strip.
âThatâs okay.â You wave off his concern and fork up another bite of your pancakes. âIâm happy with the pancakes and my coffee.â You donât have anymore bacon, but you look towards the fridge. âAre you still hungry? Thereâs some eggs in there.â
Marcus bites his lip, not wanting to eat all the food that was bought for breakfast this weekend. "I'm fine." He lies, not wanting to take more than he needs, even if the beast inside of him roars for more.
âAre you sure, baby?â You ask, concerned because he is biting his lip guiltily. âI donât mind cooking some for you. Or, I can make sure that I make you really big roast beef sandwiches for the hike.â
Marcus smiles, âa beef sandwich sounds good. Lots of beef.â He adds, his stomach already rumbling at the thought. God, he needs more food but he doesnât want to take from you. Heâs certain he will eat when heâs outside tonight. âFinish your breakfast honey. Iâll clean up.â He says, kissing your hair as he carries his plate over to the sink.
Marcus is so damn good to you. Happily, you dig into the rest of your pancakes and by the time Marcus is ready to wash your plate, youâre finished. Kissing him as he takes it from you, you move over to the fridge. âIâll make the sandwiches really quickly and then get dressed.â
âSounds like a plan sweetheart.â Marcus winks at you as he finishes washing up. âIâll go shower real quick so you can take your time.â He kisses you softly as he walks by and he makes his way into the bathroom. He glances at the trash can and looks down at his hands, seeing the small scratches that you havenât noticed yet. He turns on the shower, waiting for the water to get hot before he steps in.
Humming to yourself, you make thick roast beef sandwiches for the both of you. Yours is thinner and you make Marcus three sandwiches to your one. Sure that the hunger that heâs been displaying is going to continue on. You had brought a backpack and you toss the bag of sandwiches in there along with a bag of beef jerky you had as well.
Marcus gets out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and comes into the bedroom just as you approach him. âHey babe. I left more than enough hot water. Take your time.â He insists, âIâll get the gear ready.â
âSandwiches are done.â You promise, smirking at the way his chest is covered in droplets of water. âGive me ten minutes and Iâll be ready.â You just want to clean up and then throw on some hiking clothes.
Marcus nods, walking over to his case to grab the clothes he needs for hiking and he dresses while you shower. He knows these woods like the back of his hand and he knows you'll be safe with him. He is tying his boots when you come back into the bedroom.
âIâm so glad we got away this weekend.â You tell him, unwrapping your towel from around you so you can get dressed. âItâs beautiful here and Iâm already in love with this place. I see why you try to spend time here every month.â
âYeah. Itâs gorgeous.â Marcus murmurs as he sits up, realizing heâs never really taken the opportunity to admire the area. Heâs usually just been happy to have a secluded place to escape to. He picked this cabin because nothing is around it for miles. His eyes trail down your body as you grab your clothes and he bites his lip, cock twitching in his pants as he admires you.
Getting dressed, you lace up your own boots and turn towards him with a smile. âReady whenever you are, handsome.â You admire the almost rugged look of him since heâs not shaved and turn to grab your backpack and water bottles.
Marcus nods, standing up as he makes his way into the kitchen to grab his backpack that you put the lunch into. âCome on baby.â He says, not bothering to lock the front door since the only dangerous thing out here is him.
Following him, Marcus leads you into the woods and you amble along behind him. Still a little nervous about the claw marks on the door, you donât let him get more than a few steps in front of you. âDo you hike every time you come up here?â You ask. âObviously not when itâs snowing, but ohhhh Marcus, I bet itâs gorgeous up here during the winter.â
âNot every time.â He answers your question as he follows a path he regularly takes when he does hike. âSometimes I like to just relax and get away from the stress of work. If Iâm at home, Iâll still check my phone and my emails. Iâm totally at peace here. Like itâs where Iâm supposed to be.â
âMaybe it is where you should be.â You could imagine it when heâs here. âLiving like a mountain man. Chopping wood with your shirt off.â That thought makes you drool. âToo bad you canât be an FBI agent from here.â
âExactly.â Marcus sighs, stepping over a log and he turns back to hold his hand out towards you. âCareful.â He says as he helps you over it. He sniffs the air discreetly, checking for any danger. One perk of his composition and it definitely helps him in his job.
It's nice that even out here, he is such a gentleman. You squeeze his hand before letting go so he could continue to guide you deeper into the forest. "It's strange." You frown slightly. "I don't hear any bird or anything, do you?"
"No. It's - maybe there's a storm coming." He says as he looks up and ignores the fact that he knows exactly why the birds aren't singing. They always fly away when he is around, sensing his presence.
"Maybe that's it." You can accept that, although looking up doesn't do much beyond looking at the canopy. "Then we won't make it a long hike, just in case."
"Yeah." Marcus says, looking at the trees for another moment until he looks back at you. "Let's go. You gotta see this view." He offers you a grin and he makes his way through the trail he knows well until you are pushing through the bushes to a clearing.
"Oh Marcus." You gasp as you take in the view of the valley. Nothing but mountains and trees for as far as you can see. No roads that you can see. Really driving home how isolated you are. "This is- this is beautifully remote."
Marcus turns his head to look at you as you admire the view. He is in awe of how beautiful you look in the sunlight and he wishes he could take a picture. âI love you.â He blurts out, tempted to propose to you but he canât. Not when you donât know who he truly is. What he truly is.
Looking back at him, you smile. "I love you too, Marcus." He's sweet and his soft smile makes you fall even more in love with him. "Thank you for bringing me up here." You thank him again. "I know this is your fortress of solitude, but I feel like we are getting closer, you letting me in like this."
Marcus nods, stepping closer to you to wrap his arm around your waist. âI love you, baby.â He kisses your hair, âIâm glad I can share this place with you. Itâs - itâs where I belong but life keeps bringing me back to D.C.â
âIf you wantâŠ.â You turn to look into his eyes. âIâll come out here whenever you want to get away.â
Marcus nods, hesitant, but unable to say no as he looks at your beautiful face. He wants to tell you everything but he canât. He canât see those eyes that look at him with such love and affection turn into fear and disgust. âWanna set up the blanket? Hiking has me starving.â
âSure baby.â You agree quickly, sensing that something is bothering him. You pull out the blanket from your backpack and spread it on the ground. âYou knowâŠâ you talk as you fuss with it. âMaybe this will become our little ritual.â
âHopefully.â Marcus offers you a soft smile as he sits down after pulling off his backpack with your water bottles in it. âMaybe we can bring our kids here for family camping weekends.â You say and Marcus bites his lip. He doesnât know if his condition is hereditary or not. His father passed away when he was a kid so he never knew if he had the same disposition. âUh, yeah. Maybe.â Marcus clears his throat despite the idea of being a father making his heart swell with desire.
Itâs not the response you were hoping for and youâre silent when Marcus pulls out the sandwiches and hands you the one you made for yourself. His are already in his hand. Instead of trying to keep talking, you concentrate on eating, looking out at the view.
Marcus almost feels too anxious to eat. Almost. The beast inside of him growls for more so he quickly demolishes the sandwich, moving onto the next one. âDamn. These are good, sweetheart.â He says, wanting to lighten the mood when he can sense you are upset.
âThanks.â You donât smile at him, finishing up your own sandwich and wiping your hands on your leggings. Maybe you were wrong about what Marcus wants and now you feel like youâre intruding on his space.
Marcus can sense that thereâs something wrong. The change in the air is palpable and he hates that he canât just tell you what he is, what he wants, how he feels. He sighs and crumbles up the bag after he finishes the last sandwich. âYou wanna stay here or make our way back? I donât wanna get caught in the storm.â
âThat works for me.â You agree, biting your lip and wanting to ask Marcus if he feels like youâve bulldozed your way into coming up here and butting into his personal time. âI think Iâll just read this afternoon if you want to nap. You didnât sleep much last night, did you?â
Marcus is tempted to nap. That's usually what he does most of the day when he's here alone after a nonstop night. "It's so nice up here. We can come back up here another day." He says and stands up, brushing himself down and he holds his hand out towards you to help you up from the blanket.
Thereâs some comfort in his comment and you gladly take his hand. âThen itâs settled. Iâll read and get dinner ready, you nap.â You smile at the domesticity. âAny requests?â You had gotten a roast to put in the little oven but maybe he wasnât feeling it.
âAnything meaty.â He chuckles as he packs up the blanket and the water bottles. âIâm lucky to have you, baby.â He says as you start to make your way back down the mountain.
âIâm glad you think so.â You admit quietly. âI was afraid I was being too pushy, asking to come up here. Intruding into your private time. I know weâre in a relationship, but I think youâre a man who likes to keep some secrets.â
Marcus tries to not react to how quickly you see right through him. He is terrified that youâll find out the truth and run screaming away from him. âIâm a pretty open book mostly.â He chuckles, trying not to sound awkward, but failing as his stomach twists with anxiety.
âItâs okay to have secrets.â You promise him, shooting him a grin. âAs long as itâs not a secret girlfriend or wife. Anything else, you tell me when youâre ready. I love you and accept you for who you are.â
Marcus closes his eyes and wishes that could be true. He knows you would never accept him if you knew he was a monster. âNo secret, girlfriend, or wife.â He promises, with a chuckle. âEven I am not that good at keeping a secret like that. And you know how much of a commitment freak I am. Once Iâm in, Iâm all in. I donât like cheaters.â
âI know.â You promise softly. âI donât like cheaters either. Thatâs why we work so well together.â You wish you could reach out and take his hand, but that would be dangerous while on the trail. âIâm all in too. I hope you know that.â
Marcus offers you a soft smile and he walks ahead of you to help guide you through the trail. It doesnât take long until you are in the cabin again, Marcus sitting down to take off his boots. âYou want some coffee or water, babe?â He asks, wanting to look after you, reassure you that he wants to be there for you.
âSome coffee would be great.â You admit with a smile. âBut donât feel like you need to entertain me. Iâll get it.â You wave him away. âGo nap, you look tired, baby.â
Marcus is hesitant but heâs exhausted. He nods as he makes his way through to the bedroom, stripping off and groaning when he slides under the covers in the bed. He needs to rest before tonight. Heâs learned that if he doesnât nap, heâs especially ferocious when he turns. He falls asleep, unaware that youâve headed out to the porch and he left the duffel bag on the porch.
You donât want to move around too much, so you slip outside with your coffee and a book after getting the roast put in the oven. Sitting down and starting to read when you notice a bag off to the side. âShit. I hope Marcus didnât leave food in it.â You groan, hoping that it wouldnât attract that bear. Setting your book down you move to pick it up, surprised when itâs really heavy. âWhat the hell?â You frown and unzip the bag, gasping when you see the heavy duty chains that are in the bag. Worried about why Marcus would have these.
Marcus is asleep, blissfully unaware of you finding the chains until he wakes up and comes into the kitchen. He sees your face and the bag on the floor and he tries to not react. âSorry I slept so long.â He says, scratching the back of his neck as he prays you donât ask about the chains.
You have a thousand different questions but can see that heâs not going to answer you. Or he will just lie to you. The fear in his eyes makes you wonder what the hell is going on. âThatâs okay, babe.â You murmur softly, getting up and moving over to kiss him. âDinnerâs almost ready.â
Marcus can tell that youâre suspicious but heâs relieved that you carried on without bringing attention to it. He sits down at the table, watching you as you work around the kitchen to finish dinner. âYouâre too good to me, baby.â
"Well....I love you." You have to admit that you've wondered if Marcus has something horrible planned for you, but it doesn't even seem to be in his nature. That doesn't mean you aren't going to pretend to be asleep tonight to see what he does. Not wanting to make him suspicious, but not fully trusting that something isn't going on. Why would he have such heavy chains? Unless he locks the cabin up with them, but you doubt it. You hadn't seen them when you arrived.
Marcus looks at you, âI love you too.â He says softly, wanting you to know that he does really love you. Especially when you cast a blind eye to the bag. He watches you as you cook and he decides to open the bottle of wine he brought with him. âWant a glass?â He asks as he holds the bottle up after getting it from the cupboard.
âSure.â You smile at him as he holds up the bottle and you have no intention of drinking any of it. Wanting to keep yourself clear headed, but you also donât want to make him suspicious. âIt will go wonderfully with the roast.â
Marcus nods, grabbing some glasses to pour out a decent amount after he uncorks the bottle and he sets the glass down. Marcus smiles at you, grabbing the plates as you pull the roast out of the oven that just barely works. He shouldâve replaced it but when heâs alone, he hasnât bothered.
Once the table is set, you slice the roast up, making sure that you just put meat on Marcusâs plate. He seems to be craving a carnivore diet and you sit down opposite his chair. âSit down, letâs eat, baby.â
Marcus canât help himself. He digs in before you manage to sit down with your own plate. He groans as he practically inhales the meat. âJesus, this is amazing.â He groans as he takes a break.
You hum softly, having taken a lot less meat and filled your plate with veggies. âWant the rest of the meat babe? I made sure thereâs plenty.â
Marcus finishes the plate in record time. Pushing it away once heâs done and he wipes his mouth. âThank you babe. It was delicious.â He picks up the glass of wine, noticing that you havenât touched yours. âYou donât like the wine?â
"No, it's -" you shake your head. "I'm sorry, my stomach is a little off kilter." You shoot him an apologetic look. "I don't think I should risk it, you know?" It's a plausible excuse for not drinking and it shouldn't make him suspicious.
Marcus nods, never one to force anyone to drink. He respects your decision so he stands up to grab you a bottle of water. âHere you go, baby.â He says and sets it down. You thank him and he sits back down while you finish eating. âI was thinking we could make some sâmores after this.â
"That would be good." You agree, knowing you would be happier if you had none of the suspicions, but it's alright. You'll build a fire and roast some marshmallows before claiming you need to sleep. To see what will happen when you are vulnerable.
****Â
Youâve been quiet. Marcus has noticed it and he is a little concerned. You had sat there and watched while he started the fire, only saying a few words while you cooked the marshmallows. âAre you okay, baby? You feel sick still?â Marcus asks once youâre back inside and getting ready for bed.
"I think I'm just going to pass out." You admit with a sheepish grin. One that you hope is believable. "I'm sorry that I'm putting a damper on the rest of night."
Marcus shakes his head as he sits down on the bed. âDonât be silly, baby. Itâs okay. I know youâve not felt great. Best to get some rest.â He says as he pulls his shirt over his head. Heâs gonna get into bed with you and then heâll sneak out.
You finish getting ready for bed, trying to downplay your nervousness and you sigh softly when Marcus curls around you. "Goodnight, sweetheart." You whisper softly, hoping that he will believe that you fall asleep quickly so you can figure out what he is doing with those chains.
Marcus kisses your neck, âgoodnight.â He breathes you in, sensing when you fall asleep in his arms. He gently shifts away from you, getting out of bed. He doesnât bother redressing as he makes his way out of the cabin after picking up the duffel bag.
When Marcus had slipped from the bed, you had barely managed to keep from reacting. Tensing when you hear the slight clanking of the chains in the bag but you don't get up. You don't even open your eyes. Hearing him open the door and only then do you sit up. Wondering why he is going outside when there is a large, dangerous creature out there.
Marcus works fast to lock you in the cabin. He doesn't want the beast to try and get in, to try and hurt you. He can feel how high the moon is in the sky. He doesn't have long. He exhales shakily, locking the padlock in place just as he feels his spine start to dislocate. He howls, unable to stop himself as the transformation begins.
You shiver, hearing the howl so close to the house and fear trickles down your spine. Biting your lip and frowning. Marcus is out there and when you walk into the living room, you see the case with his gun locked inside still there. Moving to the door, you push the door open but it doesn't budge. "Marcus!"
Marcus is no longer outside. In his place is the beast he tries to contain. This cabin has been his sanctuary, the place he allows the beast to roam free to satisfy his primal urges. It helps him maintain control and right now, Marcus is not in control. He roars and arches his back as he fully transforms into the werewolf he was cursed to be from his father.
You hear monstrous sounds outside and your blood runs cold. Something is out there and your boyfriend can't protect himself. "Marcus!" You scream, shoving against the door again and again without it budging. Frantic, you turn to the shuttered windows beside the door and quickly unlatch one, opening it up and unlocking the window. You can't let him be out there alone. It's your fault. You were worried about the bear and he's locked you into the cabin, putting himself in danger.
Marcus growls, hearing a click and he doesn't have the recognition to know that you are calling his name. He wouldn't respond anyway. He's no longer the Marcus you know. He roars again, running into the clearing in front of the cabin.
Once you are on the porch, you realize exactly how bad of an idea this is. The howling of an animal makes you jump. Unable to move when a creature, a monstrous beast, breaks into the clearing. Seven feet tall when it stands on his hind legs. It looks like something out of a horror movie. A werewolf.
The wolf sniffs, turning his head towards you, and he moves fast to come over to you. Your scream echoes in the clearing and the beast slows down, slowly approaching you. Youâre frozen in place, wheezing as you try to breathe but canât. He comes closer until you can see the eyes.
You would have said that werewolves didn't exist. They were myth and legend. Designed to scare. However, you can't deny the large wolf-like creature in front of you. Larger than any wolf you've ever seen in real life and oddly humanoid in the way it can walk on its back legs. When you see the eyes, you gasp. You know those eyes. You've looked into them. Suddenly, the isolated cabin in the mountains and trips by himself make sense. "M-Marcus?"
He sniffs, innately recognizing you, and he leans closer to sniff you. His eyes widen and he whimpers, lowering his head towards you. Deep inside, Marcus is still there and heâs begging himself to keep you safe, to not scare you. Heâs terrified youâre going to get in the car and run away. He wouldnât blame you but he prays you donât run.
"Holy shit." Your hand claps over your mouth as you stare at the creature that is apparently....your boyfriend. As if you are drawn to him, you take a step closer. The idea of diving back into the cabin disappearing as you try to rationalize this. "Oh my god.....you're a were-werewolf."
Marcus whimpers again. He loves you. He nudges his nose towards you as he bends over, the beast in him recognizing you as the woman he loves. You raise your hand, itâs shaking, and Marcus nudges his nose against your palm.
âOh my god.â You choke out, your fingers tangling into his fur and you shiver as you pet the wolf that your boyfriend had turned into. âHow is this- oh my god.â You gasp in awe.
He canât believe youâre accepting the beast inside of him. The moon is high in the sky and he whimpers softly once more, licking your hand as you turn your palm over.
âI have so many questions.â You murmur, laughing to yourself. âBut you canât answer them right now. No wonder youâve been craving meat. I canât believe this.â
Marcus knows he has a lot to answer but for now, he needs to let the beast roam free. He nudges your palm again before he steps back, standing at his full height, he roars out a warning for anything nearby before he steps back and runs off. He disappears through the trees, needing to run off his energy before sunrise.
âOh my god.â You sink down onto the porch steps, nearly shaking with the knowledge that Marcus is a mythical creature. âIâve been fucking a werewolf.â You huff out, surprised that the idea of that doesnât horrify you like it should. Youâve seen the cheesy pornos that disguise themselves as werewolf movies. The beast taking the helpless woman under the moonlight. The thought of it is oddly erotic and you shake your head, even as you stand up to peel off your clothes.
Marcus runs for a minute until he circles back to the cabin. He enters the clearing to find you standing there, naked. His growls echoes through the forest and he approaches you slowly, confused about what you want.
You swallow nervously, wondering if this is such a good idea. Not sure how much of Marcus is conscious inside the werewolf. Or if itâs just pure animal instinct. âHey baby.â You coo softly, calling him to you.
Marcus sniffs, smelling the arousal on your body and he is certain that you want him but heâs terrified heâs reading you wrong. He slowly approaches you until heâs close enough to touch you. His tongue comes out to lick along your neck as he bends over you.
âOh fuck.â You gasp, unused to how rough his tongue is as it laps against your skin. Its warm and wet, making you shiver as the wind blows and cools your skin down. âI- if thereâs something you want, I want it too.â You murmur quietly. âI donât know- are you, do you - have you everâŠ.â You trail off, embarrassed and unsure if he even understands you. âHave you ever fucked someone when youâre in this state?â
Marcus shakes his head, an intrigued whine escaping his mouth as he nuzzles your skin. He whimpers, licking you again but lower, his tongue flicking over your nipple.
âOhhhhhh.â You moan at the contact and your fingers slide though his fur again, Rubbing his muzzle.affectionately. âI donât know if you understand, but I love you.â
ââMarcus does understand, deep down, and he loves you more than anything. Especially when you are accepting him. He slides his tongue along your skin, tasting the salt and sweat and you are delicious but not in an edible way. He canât get enough of you as he licks and licks at you, flicking his tongue over your nipple.
âMarcus.â You moan again, letting him lick at your skin, feeling yourself getting wetter by the moment. You will let him do whatever he wants, understanding that heâs the dominant one in this encounter. âI want all of you. Even when you are like this.â
Marcus knows he has to be gentle, heâs never been with anyone in this state. Isolating himself. Heâs not even sure if he can but he wants to make you feel good. He shifts to kneel down, his tongue sliding along your leg until his muzzle is pressed between your thighs.
âOhhhhh.â Human Marcus is a very generous lover, never hesitating to go down on you and make you cum. Actually enjoying it rather than just doing it because he feels like he has to like some of the men you had dated. You donât know why you are surprised that wolf Marcus is nuzzling at your cunt to spread your legs wide for his tongue
When your tangy arousal hits his tongue, he groans deep in his throat and his tongue slides deeper. His werewolf tongue is longer so he pushes deep inside of you, curling deep until his muzzle is pressed against your folds. He is unable to believe you trust him enough to do this. That you love him enough to do this.
âFuck!â You Yelp when his tongue pushes deep and your fingers grip his hair tight. âItâs so- fuck your tongue is so long like this.â You whine, rolling your hips down onto his muzzle even more, begging for him to continue. âYou donât have to.â You add, knowing that you donât need to force him to do something he doesnât want because youâre curious.
Marcus - the beast - wants you to cum. His clawed hands grab your hips, rocking you on top of his muzzle as his wet nose presses against your flesh, his tongue curling deep until he growls, wanting to feel you fall apart above him.
It doesnât take long with that tongue curled up and reaching every inch inside your cunt. Your cry hoarse as you start to shake and tremble, holding onto the large creature while your legs nearly give out.
Marcus growls as you cum, lapping up every drop like the hungry beast he is. His claws dig into your flesh a little and he laps at you until youâre pushing on his muzzle. He doesnât know what you want next but his cock is hard. Not like his human cock, this one is bigger, hanging hard between his hairy legs.
âââOh fuck.â Your eyes widen slightly when you see his hard cock sticking up when the creature rocks back. âThatâsâŠ.impressive.â Youâre dripping wet from your orgasm and his tongue and you cunt clenches at the thought of taking this monster inside you. âOn my hands and knees.â You mutter to yourself as you kneel down on the ground in front of him. âUnless you want my mouth on you?â
Marcus growls, shaking his head, and he snorts, not wanting you to put your mouth on him when heâs in this state. He kneels, his claws digging into the dirt as he shuffles behind you, his large cock pressing against the back of your thigh.
âOh fuck.â You have a feeling you will be saying that a lot. Still, you push back against the wall of fur encouragingly. âTake me.â You whimper. âIâm yours.â
Marcus doesnât hesitate, sensing how much you want him, he can smell it on you. He growls and leans close, his cock nudging your ass a few times until heâs able to notch it at your entrance. Animal instincts take over as he pushes deep without giving you a moment, his roar echoing through the trees.
Your choked cry is nearly silent, unable to breathe as the wolf fills you beyond anything youâve ever had before. Feeling like heâs pushed up into your throat. It hurts and feels amazing all at the same time until you feel like youâre going to pass out.
Marcus hisses, the tight cunt around his cock is wet and hot and it drives him deeper into the animal inside of him. His claws dig into the ground as he braces himself so he can thrust even harder into you. He growls, teeth flashing under the light of the full moon when he sets a harsh pace.
Youâre being fucked by a werewolf. At least the movies have the animalistic pace right, the wolf slamming his cock into you so harshly itâs pushing you up along the ground. Scrapping your hands and knees. Still, you donât cry out for him to stop. Loving the roughness of the animal.
He is rough, unrelenting as he thrusts deep and hard. Marcus wouldâve slowed down, sensing your discomfort but the wolf only wants to hear you cum, wants to cum himself. His fur presses against your ass with each thrust, growls escaping his muzzle as he leans down to press his nose to your back, inhaling your scent.
You feel the hot breath of the wolf on your neck. Making you gasp as you rock forward again. Your fingers digging into the dirt as he takes what he wants, filling your cunt again and again. At least his cock isnât covered in hair, you donât know if you would have done that. âMa-Marcus!â You Yelp when he hits something deep inside you.
Hearing his name spurs him on. Hitting that spot again and again, itâs feral and beyond comprehension. Marcus has given way to the beast inside of him and he wants you to cum. His teeth scrap over your neck, his hot breath puffing over you as he thrusts again and again.
âOhhh, oh fuuuuuuuuck.â Feeling his teeth in your neck sends you over the edge. The danger makes your entire body burst in pleasure as your pussy tries to clamp down on the beastâs cock. Feeling him drill into you as you gush around him and soak him in your cum.
Marcus growls into your skin, almost a roar that echoes into the forest as he keeps fucking into you. His cock twitching as he gets closer to his own orgasm. Grunts escape along with snarls until he finally pushes deep. His roar reverberates as his cock pulses while he fills you with his cum.
You almost black out with pleasure. Collapsing into the dirt and unable to move as his thick cum pushes out of you with every rock of the beastâs hips. âFuckâ
Marcus pumps himself through his orgasm and he hisses when you slump down into the dirt and he licks along your neck, tasting your sweat. He whimpers, lost in the haze of pleasure as he laps at your skin.
âïżœïżœm good.â You slur out against the ground. âI-god.â You canât help but start to breathlessly chuckle, unable to believe that this happened. You can feel it, youâll feel him for days. âLove you.â You murmur, hoping Marcus can understand that in his current state.
Marcus whines softly, able to let you know the beast feels the same, and he slowly pulls out of you. The beast takes full control again as he sniffs you, a pleased whine escaping his lips as he smells you covered in his scent. He stands up on his hind legs, a howl echoing in the valley before he runs for the tree line, the beast taking over.
It takes you some time to be able to move again, literally crawling over to the steps before you can get off the ground and you wonder if it will be morning before Marcus changes back to his human form. You climb back in the window, sure that you will need a long soak in the bath after this.
Marcus runs around until he feels the sun starting to rise and his beast gives up control to allow him to transition back to his human form. He ends up unlocking the house and comes inside to find you asleep, no doubt worn out from the rough treatment. He showers and slides under the covers, curling around you.
You hum softly, stirring when you feel the warmth at your back. âMarcus?â You ask, hearing him hum.Â
âGo to sleep, baby.â You know heâs tired after running around all night, so you snuggle back into his embrace and close your eyes again.
Marcus is snoring as he lays on his back, your head on his chest as you sleep until his snort wakes you up. You kiss his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he rests after an active night.
He doesnât look any different than he normally does, just as handsome as youâve always found him but you feel like you are closer. You know his secret and you lean forward and kiss his chest gently. âMan or wolf, I want to be with you.â You whisper.
He wakes up to you cooking. The smell makes his stomach grumble as he sniffs the air. Last night hits him, memories of you taking him as the wolf make his heart pound and he is desperate to talk to you but he also wants to run away in case you regret it. Deciding to face it, he gets out of bed and pees, brushing his teeth before he makes his way into the kitchen.
âMorning.â You smile as you look up to find Marcus creeping into the kitchen. âBreakfast is almost ready but the coffee is made.â Heâs got a strange look on his face, so you donât make a joke about moving a little slow because of last night. That seems like it might spook him. âI made steak and eggs. I donât know if you still need a lot of meat.â
âI, uh, will probably have one more day. The moon cycleâŠI only need meat when itâs a full moon.â He reveals, âand Iâm starving.â He chuckles softly, shifting to sit down as you watch him. âI- about last nightâŠ.â He trails off, terrified that youâre going to hate him.
âI found out why you come up to the cabin alone.â You fill in, biting your lip and swallowing slightly. âI didnât- you donât think Iâm crazy, do you? After- well, because of stripping down and basically begging a werewolf to fuck me?â
Marcus stares at you. âYou think youâre crazy? After you- baby, Iâm a fucking werewolf.â He chokes, âand you - you didnât run or try to shoot me. Youâre not crazy. I am. Because - because I cannot believe you trusted me. You didnât run away. You accepted me.â His eyes sting with unshed tears, âyou loved me when I was - I am a monster.â
âYou arenât a monster.â You frown, setting down the spatula and moving the pan off the stove so you can move over to Marcus. âYou are an amazing man. I have questions, of course I do, but the fact that you are a werewolf doesnât change who you are every time the moon isnât full.â
Marcus sniffs, tears sliding down his cheeks and he shakes his head. âI- my father - he was the same. Itâs only during the full moon. Itâs why I come here to allow the beast to be free. If heâs free during this time, I get control the rest of the time.â He explains croakily.
Reaching out, you wipe the tears away and move so you can sit in his lap. Your pussy is sore but you ignore it to wrap your arms around his neck. âSoâŠ.does that mean that our kids would be like you?â You ask curiously.
âI donât know. Thatâs why- itâs why Iâve been so hesitant to take the next step with you. To be all in when you discuss kids. I- I donât know if theyâd be like me. If itâs just on the male side or if a daughter would be the same. I didnât - I know you wouldnât want to take that risk.â Marcus chokes, burying his face in your neck.
The man who turns into a beast, one that could kill you, kill anyone, is crying into your neck as you rub his back. âBabyâŠ.I love you. I know that you would protect our kids if they did turn.â
Marcus pulls back to look at you, his lower lip trembling. âYou- you donât want to run for the hills?â He asks and when you shake your head, he reaches up to cup your cheeks. âI love you. More than anything in the world. If you want to be mine. Iâll marry you next week. I want to have babies with you. Iâm all in.â He promises, nudging his nose against yours.
âIâm all in too.â You promise softly. Marcus might be a werewolf, people may tell you that youâre crazy, but youâd rather howl at the moon with him than risk losing him. âLetâs eat breakfast and then we can spend the day in bed and you can tell me about all of this while my poor little pussy recovers so the wolf can have me again tonight.â
Marcus kisses your cheek softly, âyou donât have to. I can lock you in. He wonât get to you. I wonât get to you.â He promises, wanting to make sure that youâre safe. âYou donât have to do that again if you donât want to.â
ââYou squirm slightly, biting your lip. âI liked it.â You admit quietly, sure that he will think youâre crazy. âIt wasâŠ.feral. I loved how possessive you were last night.â
His cock twitches beneath you, unable to hide the fact that he likes that you liked it. âI was not in control. The beastâŠhe wanted to claim you. He wanted to mark you as his.â Marcus confesses, âI wanted to make sure you were mine.â He admits the more feral side of him.
âIâm yours.â You promise, kissing his lips and grinning at him. âWhenever the beast wants me, he can have me. Whenever you want me with you when you change, Iâll be here.â
âIâm sorry I didnât tell you before we came out here. I just - I didnât want to lose you. I love you baby. I love you. I want to be yours and be with you. If youâll have me.â He says softly, kissing your hair.
âOf course I will.â You giggle quietly and turn his head to press your lips against his. âYou, me and the moon make three.â You tease. âI love you and your alter ego.â
Marcus chuckles at your teasing and he nudges his nose against yours. âI love you, baby. So much. I want to spend the rest of our lives together. Have a family together. Youâre everything to meâŠto us. I love you.â Marcus murmurs, kissing you softly again. He never imagined heâd find a woman who could ever love the monster inside of him but he found you. The woman he loves who accepts all of him, even the wolf. He couldnât ask for more.
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irl i would never ever be someoneâs house wife or a mother, but you give me an x reader ficâŠ.. baby im aaron hotchnerâs stay at home, bare foot and pregnant sweetheart, cooking a five course meal every night
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you âdonât write black or PoC readersâ because you âdonât know what itâs like to be black or PoCâ but yâall have no problem writing wizards, dragons, elves, witches, supersoldiers, mutants, jedi, people from eras you havenât lived in, monarchs, murderers, and stalkers
but PoC are too far outside of your lived experience?
you can write nuanced and diverse characters from all walks of life, but as soon as they donât look exactly like you, suddenly that creativity vanishes, and all you have to draw from is stereotypes?
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youâre an amazing writer if not superior to me if you donât white code your fics.
nothing more exhausting than starting a fic that might as well have âyt readers onlyâ on it.
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Immortally Human {Max Phillips x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 10.3k
Warnings: Vampirism, suggestive banter, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, mentions of child planning, hypnotizing, sacrifice, witch's protective spells, violence, throat ripping, staking, gore
Comments: When Max falls in love you, a human, he must get permission from his sire to tell you about his true nature. When he tells you, he must turn you or kill you and you don't want to be a vampire. Leaving Max to protect you at the cost of his own immortality.
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âBabe! Are you ready?â Max calls over his shoulder from his spot on your sofa. He knows you are running behind, but the reservations are hard to reschedule and he pulled a few favors to make sure he got a table tonight. He has a very important question to ask you. âIâm coming, almost done!â You yell back breathlessly, making him grin as he checks his watch. If you had told him six months ago that Max Phillips would be in a committed, monogamous relationship, he would have called you an idiot. Laughed in your face right before he went about doing whatever he wanted. But that was before he had invited you out for a drink and fallen head over heels. Most who know him would call him egotistical. A frat-boy douche has been thrown his way several times when heâs smoozed his way into a promotion or stolen an important client. Business was what mattered and he was good at it. Leaving his private life a series of hook ups and perpetual bachelorhood until you had flipped his world upside down.Â
Max was faithful. He was trying to be kind and thoughtful. Loving. Bringing you lunch or taking you out to dinner. Even sitting through movies he had zero interest in. Not because he was looking forward to getting laid after - although the sex is mindblowing - but because it makes you happy. Even though you donât live together, heâs positively domesticated and is ready to take the next step with you.
When you come out into the living room, Max whistles. âDaaaaaaamn baby. Look at you. Looking fucking delicious.â He stands up and reaches for you, pulling you up against him to inhale your scent. He hears your blood pulsing beneath your skin and his mouth waters but he pushes that aside. Your relationship is perfectâŠexcept for one thing: you donât know heâs a vampire. He hasnât had the guts to tell you. Scared that youâll reject him or be terrified of him and he only wants to see love in your eyes, not fear. He will tell you. He has to tell you. Max murmurs your name and you slap his chest playfully when he asks if you have to go to dinner.Â
âYes. It took forever getting ready and we need to eat. You can devour me later.â You say and Max waggles his eyebrows, âis that a promise?â You snort and slap his chest again but he catches your hand, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. âCome on baby, letâs go eat.â He says and lets go of you so you can get your purse.
Hustling you out to his car, Max races around it and slides behind the wheel. âHang on, baby.â He tells you with a smirk. âGotta rush to get there.â He prefers to drive fast, in complete control of his reflexes, but you always seem to worry when heâs zooming through the streets. âWe donât want to miss our reservation.â
You grip the handle on the door and squeeze as Max rounds a corner too fast. âWe arenât indestructible. I donât care if we are late, I just want us to make it.â You wince as the tires squeal as he accelerates and Max snorts, wanting to tell you heâs indestructible apart from wooden stakes to the heart.Â
âItâs okay, sweetheart. Youâll be fine.â He promises and reaches for your hand that isnât gripping the handle.
You snort in disbelief beside him and Max takes his foot off the gas for a split second, allowing the speed to go down by a few miles per hour. He still canât tell you why heâs so confident, but soon he will. âI know youâve been looking at the menu. Tell me what you want to order, baby.â He knows talking will keep your mind off his driving.
You snort again, amused that he knows you look up the menu beforehand and already know what you will order. You squeeze his hand, "I was thinking about getting the duck. It's not something you see on a lot of menus. I want something different. Then they have this Death by Chocolate cake that is to die for, according to the reviews." You say, and Max smirks slightly at your choice of dessert.
âThen thatâs what my girl will have.â He hums as he turns a corner sharply and wheels protest again. Heâs only a mile from the restaurant and the reservation is in five minutes. It means he will pull up to the valet in time to escort you inside and be seated. âAnd we have to have a bottle of good wine to go with it.âÂ
âIâm gonna need a drink after your driving, Phillips.â You chuckle breathlessly as he screeches to a stop at the valet booth. âThank God we made it in one piece.â You exhale shakily as the valet opens the door for you. Max is there in a blink of an eye to take your hand and you are always so amazed at how quickly he moves and you take his hand to let him guide you into the restaurant.
Max winks at the valet and slips him a fifty. âTake care of it.â He asks as he guides towards the door. âWas there any doubt that I would take care of you, baby?â He sends you a pout and a grin that somehow doesnât look ridiculous on him when combined. Leaping forward so he can open the door for you to enter the building and biting his lip as your ass shakes in front of him. At the host stand, he gives his name. âPhillips, party of two for seven oâclock.â Â
His commanding presence has always turned you on and to see him like this has you eager for him already. You are escorted to your table where Max holds the chair out for you and you sit down. âThis place is gorgeous. You didnât have to spurge like this, baby.â You say with a slight tut, knowing Max likes to spoil you but you never ask for it.
âOf course I did.â He winks at you and sends you a small air kiss. It might look smarmy to some, but he adores you. âTonight is special. And thereâs nothing like spoiling my girl.â
You wonder if you've forgotten an anniversary or something but you've been with Max for just over a year now and every day he seems to spoil you despite your requests that he saves money - you are happy to sit down at home with take out and watch a movie. You reach for his hand after he sits down, "you're too good to me. I'll have to make it up to you." You smirk, stretching your leg to nudge his ankle.
âHmmmm, I know you will.â His own smirk is knowing, loving how uninhibited you are and how you just want him. Not anything else. You are addicted to him and he doesnât have to do anything more than what he does now. The waiter comes up and Max looks over at you. âWhat kind of wine do you want, baby?â
âMmm I think red.â You say, having decided on the duck before even sitting at the table. Max takes the wine list and scans it, selecting a Cabernet and you squeeze his hand. âExcellent choice sir.â The waitress says and says he will be back to take your order. âWhat are you going to order?â You ask him, âdo you want to get an appetizer? I think I just want to have the entree.â
âNo, no appetizer.â Max decides, sending you a suggestive smirk. âI want to save room for dessert.â Waggling his brows suggestively, he knows he will have your thighs spread wide and his tongue buried in your cunt tonight. âIâm going to just have a steak, rare.â He decides, barely even looking at the menu, too busy staring at your beautiful face.Â
You fluster at the way he stares at you. Still unnerved by the way he looks at you like youâre the only person in the world for him. âThatâs what you always get. And you never eat it. I swearâŠyou always make me take it home for lunch.â You shake your head, concerned about him paying for a steak and never eating it. Before Max can explain, the waiter comes back with the bottle of red and opens it, allowing Max to taste before pouring your glass. He takes your orders and leaves you and Max to enjoy your drink.
âTo us.â Max offers, holding up his glass as a toast. âTo our future together and tonight is the beginning of happily ever after.â He offers, giving you a sincere smile as he waits for you to react to that.Â
Your heart flutters at his words and you clink your glass against his. "To us." You practically sigh with contentment. Part of you wonders if Max is going to propose tonight and that makes your stomach twist with happy anticipation.
Taking a small sip of the wine, he makes a noise of appreciation and sets it down. Much preferring to watch you until he can capture your hand again. âI love you, baby.â He starts softly. âIâve never felt this way, about anyone, but you - youâve completely changed me. I canât imagine my life without you.âÂ
"Max." You gasp softly at his speech. He's a very physical lover, cocky with his words but never emotional. This is rare for him to say and you are shocked but happy. He loves you and you are so in love with him, all of him. You look down at your joined hands, "Max. I- I love you too. More than you could possibly imagine."
âI want to ask you something serious.â His brow furrows slightly and he squeezes your hand. âI want you to go away with me, meet my family.â Heâs never mentioned you meeting anyone in his family and while itâs not exactly a proposal, this is serious for him. âWould you come with me to Romania?â
Youâre surprised again. A little disappointed if youâre honest. You thought he was gonna propose. You soon gather yourself, replacing your slight frown with a smile as you tilt your head. âYour family? I- I thought you said your parents are dead.â You frown again and Max nods, âyes, but I have an uncle. I want you to meet him. See where Iâm from.â You bite your lip and think for a second, seeing the desire in his eyes and how can you resist? You nod, squeezing his hand. âOf course I will. Iâd love to meet your uncle and see your homeland.â
He can tell that you are disappointed that he didnât pull out a ring and propose to you. Knowing that you are unaware that he has to get permission from his uncle - his sire - to marry you, and to tell you that heâs a vampire. âI love you baby. I promise that you wonât regret it.â He leans in and presses his lips to yours. âHeâs going to love you.âÂ
****Â
Itâs cold when you land in Romania and you are escorted to the black car waiting for you outside of the airport. âHow the hell did you deal with the cold when you live in L.A?â You ask Max when the car is moving along to your hotel. Youâre nervous to meet Maxâs uncle. You havenât heard much about him other than Max wouldnât be who he is today without his uncle.
âJackets.â He jokes with a grin, although he really isnât affected by the cold like you are. Itâs one of the perks of being a vampire. âYou need me to keep you warm, baby?â He asks, scooting closer to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. âI can warm you up just as soon as we get to the hotel if you want.âÂ
You giggle, turning your head to kiss his jaw. âI wouldnât mind that. After all, this is our first vacation together. We might as well make the most of it.â You smirk and nudge your nose against his jaw. You and Max donât live together. Itâs been over a year of dating but youâve never pushed it, knowing he might just want to do things traditionally and get engaged first. âWhen are we meeting your uncle?â
âTomorrow.â Max knew that jet lag would affect you, so he had told Serge that he would bring you by tomorrow afternoon. He didnât want you to be tired or less than your best when you meet the man who had turned him into a vampire when he was here in college. âThat way you can get a good nightâs sleep.âÂ
You snort, âa good nightâs sleep with you around? I doubt it, Phillips.â You nudge him and he squeezes your arm, âI want you to like each other so maybe best if you donât look like you got your brains fucked out all night long, huh sweet cheeks?â He hums and you smirk, âyou say that now but wait until you see what I brought with me to sleep in:â
Max groans, rolling his eyes at the thought of you in lingerie. You love wearing things that make him feral to touch you, although heâs never shown you how feral he could be. Carefully keeping that side of him contained, so he doesnât hurt or scare you. âSo you want me to fuck you all night, got it.â He smirks. âBesides, itâs gonna be on the floor in shreds within minutes of you showing me.â
âThatâs why I brought more than one.â You smirk and kiss his jaw, making him growl softly under his breath.Â
****
âMax. This isnât a hotel, itâs a goddamn castle.â You gasp as you enter the impressive abode, the drapery and stone imposing but warm as you step into the foyer followed by Max.
âDid I forget to mention that?â Max squints as he looks at you questioningly. Of course he wasnât going to admit that it was a castle, he wanted to see your face as you experienced it for the first time and you didnât disappoint him. âSorry if itâs not romantic enough.â He pouts.
"Are you kidding me?" You chuckle humorlessly, walking over to him to wrap your arms around his neck, dragging him down to press your lips against his. Your fingers running through his hair. "I love you Max. This is - it's incredible. Where on earth did you find this place?"
âItâs actuallyâŠâ Max sends you an apologetic look, ânot a hotel. This is my uncleâs house.â He explains. âBut donât worry.â He assures you. âI told the housekeeper we were going to keep to our room tonight. They will send up dinner and we can just crashâŠorâŠwhatever.â He hums, waggling his brows again.
You are a little taken back that this is his uncle's place but you don't argue it, knowing that this place is incredible and Max likely didn't want to make you more nervous. "Uh, sure. That works babe." You nod, sliding your hands down his back. "Of course there's a housekeeper." You giggle, looking around the foyer in awe. His uncle must be important to have a home like this. "I think I'd like to try the 'whatever'." You tease, sliding your hands lower to squeeze his ass through his jeans.
âYeah?â He leans in, growling playfully and he scrapes his teeth over your pulse. Never allowing himself to let his fangs descend, he tortures himself with the alluring scent of your blood. âCome on, baby,â he groans. âLet me show you where weâll be staying.â His sire has already had his old rooms prepared and he knows that he wonât intrude on the two of you.
You let him guide you through the impressive hallways, walls lined with portraits, and you gasp when Max opens the large double doors. "Max. Wow. This is - wow." You look around at the large four-poster bed, the heavy velvet drapes. It looks like a vampire's lair and the thought makes you giggle. "What's so funny?" Max snorts after setting down your bags and you spin to face him. "Nothing. Just can't believe this is real. You are - I am so lucky to have you." You turn sappy, wanting him to know how much you appreciate him.
You slide your fingers through his hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss and he slides his tongue into your mouth. You know you need to shower after the long plane ride so you pull back before it can get too hot and heavy. "I want to shower baby. Can you lift my case onto the table? I gotta find my toiletries."
âOf course, sweet cheeks.â He pulls back and gives you a little wink before rushing over to the bags. You donât know about his vampiric strength, so itâs always fun to show off how strong he is. Lifting the heavy case easily and setting it on the table. âWhile you search for your toiletry bag, you want me to call down to the kitchen for anything? Something to drink? A snack?â Having a human lover means taking care of your needs, far more demanding than his own.
"Some water would be nice. A snack too. I don't know what your uncle likes or has. You know what I like so just pick something, okay?" You kiss his cheek, "thanks baby." You say as you rifle through your things for your toiletry bag and the bag containing your nightwear. You shower, glad to wash the hours of traveling from your skin, and after you dry off, you put the lacy little number you bought with Max's reaction in mind. You open the bathroom door and find Max sitting on the edge of the bed.
Checking his emails, Max looks up and freezes at the sight of you in the doorway. The lacy lingerie has his cock immediately hardening and he flips the phone out of his hand behind him, letting it land carelessly on the bed as he stands up. âFuck, baby.â He growls. âYou look good enough to eat.â He chuckles. âFuck a snack, I want the whole damn meal.
You giggle at his hungry gaze and his hands find your hips, squeezing them, and you gasp at the strength in his grip. "Damn Max, you're gonna leave bruises." You warn him playfully and he has a guilty look in his eyes that you haven't seen before. "Hey. It's okay. I liked it." You promise, cupping his cheeks.
âSorry baby.â Heâs a little out of sorts, being here. The scent of vampires is concentrated, seeped into the stones and you don't even know. Heâs feeling more possessive of you, and his more animalistic side is simmering just under the surface. âIâll make it up to you.â He promises, guiding you back towards the bed. âBy eating your pussy until you scream.â
"Now that's more like it, Phillips." You let him lay you down on the bed and you look up at him as he shrugs off his button-down and exposes his chest. He's not chiseled but he's built, a strength simmering beneath the skin that takes your breath away. He slides his hands along your legs, making you stare at him, chest heaving as arousal dampens your panties. "I love you." You sigh when he kisses your knee.
âI love you too.â Heâs certain that he does and he wants to prove it to you. He wants to remind you of how good it is between you before you meet his sire. Starting to shift to his stomach, he kisses down your thigh, inhaling the scent of your wet pussy and the sweet blood in your veins with a loud, pleased groan.
You whimper when his mouth presses against your panties, mouthing at your clit through the lace, and it's enough to make a moan escape your lips. Loud and echoing off of the stone walls. "That's it, sweetheart. Lemme hear you." Max murmurs as he pulls your panties to the side and you watch as his dark eyes meet yours while he drags his tongue through your folds. "Shit." You pant, toes twitching as he dives in.
Max had been good at oral before, but it was always given selfishly. It was so the girl would suck his dick or brag to her girlfriends about how good he was. So he could possibly bang them later too. This is just because he wants to. Because heâs addicted to your taste and sounds. His tongue curling up inside you and then coming back out to flick over your clit as he devours you. Groaning into your cunt like a man starved, he could spend all night between your thighs just like this and be happy pulling orgasms from you.
You whimper as he happily eats you out like a man starved. You can never complain that Max isnât a giver with the way he licks your cunt for hours. You reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair and he growls into your flesh. His fingers digging deep and you know heâs going to bruise you but you donât care, too caught up in the feel of his tongue curling inside of you, his nose pressed against your clit. âFuck, Max. So good. Always so good.â You praise him, âlove this. Love you so much.â
Max loves when you praise him, soaking it up and it makes him work even harder to pull an orgasm out of you. His eyes are dark and lust blown as he watches you, just shy of turning yellow in his desire.
You see that dark look in his eyes that he gets a lot and you love it. The hunger there makes your stomach twist and pushes you closer to your orgasm. He pushes his tongue deeper, curling it inside of you and you fall over the edge. âMax!â You squeal, thighs squeezing his head as you cum, soaking his tongue and you throw your head back as your orgasm shakes your body.
Max growls, the sound vibrating into you and he eagerly drinks down every drop of your release that you will give him. Loving how completely undone you are because of him. Youâve told him how powerful the orgasms are and he gets drunk on the pleasure he gives you as he strokes you through the high with his tongue.
You reach down to run your fingers through his hair, a lazy smile on your face as you melt into the mattress. âShit. I fucking love you, Phillips.â You sigh happily, licking your lips and you beckon him up to you by tugging on his hair. âWant you inside me.â You request softly.
Despite the fact that he is hard and aching, Max takes his time to kiss you. Pressing his lips to your gently and licking into your mouth when you open for him. Not minding your taste, you kiss him back eagerly as he starts to slowly cover your body with his own and slide his hands down to lift your legs up onto his hips. âI love you too, sweet cheeks.â He promises when he pulls back, looking into your eyes as he notches himself at your entrance and slowly starts to push inside you.Â
You moan his name as he pushes deep inside of you. "Shit Max, feels like you're in my guts." You groan in bliss as he nudges the back wall of your pussy. He is longer than any other lover you've had. You caress his back as he kisses along your neck, making you tilt your head until his lips are over your pulse. Unaware of the danger he poses as he scrapes his teeth over your skin. "Hmmm Max." You hum as he starts to move.
âYou feel so good, baby.â He groans, pretending to pant because he doesnât need to breathe. Sliding his arms underneath you, he pulls you closer as his hips start to rock fast and deep, making sure you feel every inch of his cock inside you . âLove you so much, youâre perfect for me.âÂ
You know youâve never felt like this about anyone. Itâs gonna always be Max. Heâs your forever and you donât know how true that rings for him. Your hands caress his shoulders as you lift your thighs a little higher, allowing him to sink deeper inside of you. âYes, baby. Oh shit. Iâm gonna - youâre - Iâm close.â You tell him, amazed at the ability he has to make you cum so fast.
âThatâs it, pretty girl.â He groans, eyes rolling back at the way your cunt clenches down on him. âCum for Max, show me how wet you get when I fuck you.â He leans down and presses his lips to yours again. âI love you. Cum for me.âÂ
You moan into his mouth, unable to stop your orgasm from hitting you hard and your nails dig into his skin as you cum, toes curling against his ass as you clamp down on his cock with a moan.
He loves it. Moaning your name, he canât help but fuck into you a little harder. Not too hard, he canât hurt his little human, but enough that it enhances your orgasm and makes you squeal again. Max buries his head against your neck, hiding the way that his face starts to shift, feeling his own end starting to build. It only takes a few more pumps of his cock before heâs growling, pushing deep and filling you up with hot ropes of his useless seed.Â
You sigh as Max fills you up, loving the way he relaxes on top of you, and you kiss his hair as he grunts against your neck. âI love you Phillips. So much.â You murmur, caressing his back and you feel his muscles beneath the skin.
âI love you too.â He turns once his face has morphed back to normal and presses his lips to yours, making sure that he pants so you will believe that is out of breath. He slowly pulls out of you with a groan and nudges his nose against yours before he rolls off of you onto his back so you can cuddle against him. âDidnât tear this set.â He muses as he slides his hand up and down your lingerie clad back. âMust be tired.â Turning, he kisses your forehead. âDo you want to soak in a bath baby, or take a nap?âÂ
âNap.â You murmur, shifting onto your side so you can look at him. âDefinitely nap.â You close your eyes and you smile when Max kisses your shoulder as he leans over you. âGet some sleep.â He orders softly and you hum, knowing he will clean you up before he goes to sleep. He always falls asleep after you.
It never takes long for you to fall asleep after heâs fucked you. Watching you as your breathing starts to even out and before too long, you are asleep. Itâs one of the reasons that you arenât living together yet. You would notice that he never sleeps if you lived together. He could always pretend to have slept for the few nights you stayed over, but if you were constantly together, you would figure it out. You arenât stupid. When heâs certain you wonât stir, he slowly shifts out from under you, moving towards the bathroom to get a washrag to clean you up. Smirking to himself when he sees the cum on the inside of your thighs and dripping out of you. While nothing could ever come of it, it makes him incredibly possessive to see it.Â
Max sighs as he lays down beside you, watching you sleep, and he wonders what you are dreaming about until he hears his name across the castle. He can hear his sire calling him from anywhere and he groans, shifting off of the bed to dress and make his way over to his âuncleâsâ suite. âMax.â Serge greets Max when he opens the door. âItâs been a long time,â
âIt has.â Max admits, knowing he has not been back for years but he doesnât apologize for it. He had been busy making his way up the corporate ladder. âAnd this time you have brought a human.â Sergeâs expression is amused and he watches his protegĂ© carefully. âThe entire east wing smells of her blood. She is sweet.âÂ
Max swallows down the growl that threatens to make its way up his throat. âIâm assuming youâre here to ask me for permission to turn her?â He asks, knowing that Max needs the authorization of his maker to turn what some would call âhis mate.â Max nods and stands straighter. âIâll need to meet her of course. Tomorrow. I need to see if sheâs suitable.â Serge hums, wiping some invisible lint off of his shirt.
âShe will be suitable.â Max assures his sire, forgetting how abrupt he could be. âI- I love her.â He admits, knowing that Serge will take Maxâs wants into account when meeting you. âShe is perfect for me.âÂ
Serge chuckles, âIâll be the judge of that. She smells delicious so Iâm sure she will be sweet. She has tamed you, Maxwell.â Serge playfully tuts, âI never thought Iâd see the day.â
He bristles slightly but allows himself to relax. âShe has.â He admits. âShe balances me out. Keeps me from being outrageous like I used to be.â He wants this to go well. âA perfect mate for me.â
Serge nods, âwe will see tomorrow. I just wanted to see you when you arrived. You may go back to your human. She must be tired after all that traveling.â Serge says and looks out of the window at the moon that has risen high in the sky.
âTomorrow.â Max nods and lets himself out of the suite to walk back towards his rooms. Hoping that Serge is impressed by you and allows him to turn you.
****
To say youâre nervous to meet Maxâs uncle is an understatement. You know you need to impress the only family Max has if you have any chance of your relationship continuing and you focus on making sure you look good this morning so that Maxâs uncle is impressed by you. You exhale shakily when Max calls you from the bedroom to let you know a breakfast tray is here. âI canât eat, Max.â You admit, âwhat if your uncle hates me? I canât ask you to choose between me and your only family.â
âDonât worry baby.â He reaches out and wraps his arm around you to pull you close. âHeâs gonna love you.â He nudges his nose against yours before he kisses you. âPlease just eat a little? For me? I donât want you to be hungry.â
You nod, kissing him again, knowing you should probably have something to settle your stomach. You reach down to take a piece of buttered toast off of the tray and bite into it, watching as Max prepares your coffee the way you like it.
âDonât think of him as someone scary.â Max tells you, turning and handing you the coffee. âHeâs just my uncle. Iâm introducing the woman I love to him. Heâs gonna be thrilled. Youâre far too good for me.â
You take the cup and playfully roll your eyes. âSure, Phillips.â You snort and take a sip of the coffee. âSays the man who brought me to a fucking castle.â Max chuckles and you set the coffee down after finishing it. âOkay letâs go.â You brush yourself down and try to ignore the hammering of your heart as you prepare to meet Maxâs uncle.
Max holds your hand after leaving the suite, wanting to reassure you. âYou look beautiful today, but you look beautiful everyday.â He compliments, lifting your hand up to kiss the back of it. âWe are going to meet Serge in the drawing room. Nothing too formal, baby.â
âThe drawing room isnât formal?â You snort and Max smirks as he squeezes your hand to guide you through the ornate house to the drawing room. You exhale shakily, unaware that both men can hear your heart pounding as you enter the drawing room to find a man around Maxâs age standing in the room already. That confuses you. Unless he looks really good for his age, Max canât have an uncle thatâs the same age as him.
Max beams, guiding you close to the other man. Saying your name, he motions towards Serge. âThis is my uncle, Serge.â He explains. âSerge, this is the woman I want to marry.â
Your heart flutters and you turn to smile at Max as he says that. You figured he wanted to take the next step bringing you here but to hear him say it aloud has you grinning from ear to ear. âItâs a pleasure to meet you.â You hold your hand out to his uncle who hums as he takes your hand in his. âSheâs a pretty one, Max.â He says with a wink towards you, squeezing your hand. âDo you think sheâd make a good vampire?â He asks and you canât stop the confused chuckle escaping your lips.
Max doesnât laugh, just nodding seriously. âShe will.â He tells his sire. âShe has amazing self control and sheâs smart as hell. If you allow me to change her, it will be good for our coven here and in the States.â Serge cares that he chooses wisely when turning people now, the unfortunate fiascos that can occur when you turn too many has been a lesson learned over the decades. He turns to look at you with a proud smile. âShe would be amazing.â
You turn to look at Max with confused eyes, waiting for him to say âha, gotcha,â but he doesnât and that makes you gasp. âWaitâŠare you joking? Or - or are you for real? Like- like vampires exist and I- you are one?â You ask Max, still waiting for him to burst out laughing and say itâs all a joke.
âItâs real sweet cheeks.â Max reaches for your hand again. âItâs the reason that Iâve not been able to move in with you yet. Serge isnât my uncle, heâs my sire. He made me a vampire and I have to get permission from him to tell you about all this.â
You pull your hand away from his reach and stare at Max in shock. He's a vampire. He drinks blood. He wants you to become a vampire. You feel sick and dizzy and have a thousand different emotions. Your vision goes fuzzy and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you collapse.
That had not been the response Max was expecting. His inhumane speed keeps you from hitting the ground and he scoops you up to move you towards the sofa. Serge tuts and shakes his head. âDoes she do this often?â He asks, unsure of how well you would take transforming into a creature of the night if you fainted at the news.Â
âNo. Sheâs shocked.â Max huffs, caressing your cheek and looking down at you worriedly once heâs got you settled.
âWell she might be shocked but you have two options now. Either sheâs changed or you kill her. You know the sacred ruleâŠno human can know about us. Itâs one or the other and if you canât make a choice, Iâll have to kill her.â Serge declares.
âIâll change her.â Max promises, knowing that he canât kill you, not when he loves you like he does. âWhen she wakes up and accepts what I am, sheâll want to be changed.âÂ
Serge nods and turns to walk out of the room, bored with the scene. âSee that she does, Maxwell.â He warns his vampiric offspring. âOr I will destroy her.âÂ
****
You wince when you come around, the bright light hurting your eyes and you hear Max shut the curtain as you open your eyes properly. âMax?â You croak and Max kneels beside you.
âIâm here baby.â He promises and you swallow, your throat dry. âHere.â Max says as he hands you a glass of water and you shift to sit up.Â
You take a few gulps and hand the glass back to Max. âI had the weirdest dream. That you were a vampire and you -â You glance around the drawing room and back to Max. âOh God. Itâs true. You - oh my God.â You choke, trying to back away from him.
âItâs okay.â He soothes you, keeping his voice low. âNothing has changed. Iâve been a vampire this entire time and nothingâs happened, right? I just can now offer you one hell of a health plan, eternal life.â He jokes, sending you a reassuring smile. âI love you baby, and I want to be with you forever.â
âI thought - I thought you were proposing.â You choke and Max chuckles, âI kinda am. This is the vampy way of proposing.â He winks at you and you shake your head, âthatâs why- you donât eat. You donât sleep. You - oh God. How didnât I see something was off?â
âBecause I didnât want you too, baby.â Max reaches for you, wanting to caress your face, but you rear back from him. Making him frown, upset that you think he would hurt you. Heâs never wanted to hurt you and he never would. âItâs okay baby, Iâm still me. The same man you love.â
"I - I need time to think." You murmur, head hurting from trying to process that Max is a fucking vampire, and you struggle to reconcile that the man you adore also kills people. "I - what would - if you were to change me...what happens?"
âWellâŠ.â Itâs good that you are asking questions. âYou would be a vampire. Youâd be extremely thirsty for a few days, but I will make sure you have exactly what you need.â He promises. âYouâd have better hearing, vision, and strength. You wouldnât need any sleep. You would be the best version of yourself.â
You bite your lip as you process his words. "What about...what about having kids? Would we be able to have a family?" You ask him. You had never discussed kids. You've tried but Max has always distracted you and now you know why he did.
âBabyâŠ.â Max sighs, blowing out a sound even though he doesnât need to breathe. âI canât have kids. I could never have kids. Not since we met.â He wonât mention that itâs because heâs technically dead. âBut we could have our own version of kids. Anyone we change.â
âOh." You sound so defeated, almost devastated. You have been so focused on your career that you always put the children talk on the back burner but you wanted the choice. Now that's being taken away from you if you want to stay with Max. "What - what would happen if I wasn't changed?" You ask and Max closes his eyes for a second, "I have to change you...or kill you." He barely breathes out the second part but you hear it. "If I don't, then Serge will." He admits and you nod slowly.Â
"I love you. I do. So much. I- I don't know." You confess and Max knows he made a mistake bringing you here.Â
"It's okay, sweetheart. I'll take you home. I'll - I can sneak you out and hide you. Serge won't find you." He promises and you reach for his hand, reminded that this is Max.Â
"What would happen to you?" You aren't stupid, you know there'd be consequences.Â
âI'd be killed but I've had a good life. I - you made it better than I could've hoped." He reveals and you feel your eyes sting at the thought of him being killed.Â
"Max. No. No. I - I'll do it. You can change me." You tell him and he shakes his head, "I can't. I know you don't want it. I can see it in your eyes. I can't change you and see you hate me in a decade when you realize how lonely this life can be." He admits and you squeeze his hand, "I want it." You try to convince yourself and him, "don't you want to spend forever with me?" You ask, wondering if he's changed his mind.
âI will have spent forever with you.â Heâs grateful that Serge had disappeared to do whatever so he could talk to you. âMy last days will be with you. Thatâs all I want.â He promises. He knows he canât turn you against your will and you donât love him enough to give up your humanity. âQuick. We need to leave now.â He tells you, standing up and pulling you up with him. âIâll keep you safe.â
"No. No. Max- I won't - I can't let you die because of me. Please. Change me now." You beg, pushing on his chest as much as you can and tilting your head so you can display your neck to him. "I can't let you die baby. Just bite me, now. Please. Before I change my mind and freak out. Do it."
Max loves you even more for begging him to change you to save his life. He cups your cheek and smiles at you gently, ignoring the panic in your words and leaning in to kiss your lips. âGo to sleep, sweetheart.â He orders you, looking deep into your eyes and hypnotizing you with his powers or persuasion. âYou will sleep now.â
You collapse into his arms, passed out as you unwillingly fall asleep. Max carries you through the house, abandoning your things to prioritize your safety and he is quick to get into the car and drive you to the airport. He needs to get you out of Romania before Serge realizes you are gone. His sire has always had such a strong conviction to vampiric law and Max knows he won't rest until order is restored.Â
Max keeps you asleep until he's laying you down in your bed and he pulls out his phone to call that witch girl who he fucked a few years ago. He needs a protection spell on your apartment. When you wake up, you're extremely confused to find yourself back in your bed and Max nowhere to be found. "Max?" You call out, throat dry, and you start to sob when you realize what he's done. He's going to be killed and it's all your fault.
Max has been listening outside your apartment door, waiting for you to wake up. Since the witch has placed the spell on your dwelling, even he canât cross your threshold. A horrible side effect, but he knows he will do whatever he needs to keep you safe. He canât even touch the door to knock. âItâs okay, baby.â He closes his eyes and sighs, standing back a few feet from your door. âYouâre safe.â He hears you rush out of your bedroom and fling the door open. âDonât step outside!â He barks harshly. âYouâre safe inside. Serge canât reach you there.â
You donât cross the threshold but you stare at him with tears running down your cheeks, âwhy? Why did you do this? I- I wanted you to change me. Now youâre going to be killed. I canât lose you. I love you, Phillips and I - Iâm so sorry. I shouldâve said yes. I shouldâve let you change me from the get go.â
Max shakes his head. âI love you too, sweet cheeks.â He promises you. âThat's why I canât change you.â He shrugs slightly. âYou want kids, and to grow old, and I canât do any of those things.â He swallows harshly. âIâll protect you. Iâll make sure Serge doesnât hurt you, even if it means that he has to kill me.â He wishes he could kiss you one last time, but the kiss he gave you while you were asleep will have to do. âDonât be sorry, and donât blame yourself.â
You shake your head, "don't do this. Please." You choke, clinging to the door frame as you stay in the apartment and Max blows you a kiss, "I love you, baby. Be good." He says and walks down the hall, letting you know he's going to sacrifice himself. You sob, falling to the floor and you can't let him do this. You rush out of your apartment down the hall towards where Max just disappeared down the stairwell when the elevator dings.Â
"Silly girl. He was trying to protect you and you just ruined his plan. Nevermind, it makes my job easier." Serge chuckles, speeding towards you to grab your neck, making you cry out. "Max!"
Max hears Serge, growling and whipping around to race back down the hallway. Fear and anger when he sees his sire holding you by the neck makes Max snarl. His face shifting and transforming in the truly horrific visage of his true self, eyes yellow and bone structure heavy. âLet her go.â He growls, wishing you had never left the safety of the apartment.
âYou canât kill her, Max and she has to die. She knows the secret and she canât be left alive. Either she dies or you do and I canât lose you. Youâre like a son to me. Just let me kill the silly girl. Youâll forget all about her in a few years and youâll find another human.â Serge scoffs, squeezing your neck a little harder and you reach up to grab his forearms.
âNo.â The growl is low, furious as Max speeds towards you and his sire. Reaching out and grabbing the older vampireâs arm, he twists it to make him drop you, lowering his shoulder to push the threat away from you as he hisses, his fangs descending, deadly sharp canines on display.
You gasp, backing up into the wall as Max grabs his maker and shoves him against the wall in your hallway. The drywall cracks and Max growls as he manages to wrap his hand around Sergeâs throat. âYou motherfucker.â He growls and squeezes as he fumbles to open his jacket.Â
âSheâs worth this, Max? If you kill me, youâll die.â Serge reminds him.
âI donât care.â Max snarls. âAs long as she lives, I can die a happy man.â Instead of tearing Sergeâs head off, Max lunges forward and sinks his teeth into the manâs throat, tearing it out and then pulls out the stake he had put in his jacket. Plunging it into his makerâs chest, fully prepared to die to keep you safe.
You scream as you watch Serge explode, blood covering the walls of your apartment hall and you shake your head. âMax no!â You cry, scared that heâs going to die because of you. âWhy did you do that!â You shout, âYou are going to - oh God. Max.â You fall to the floor when he turns around and you see him covered in blood.
Heâs getting a few more seconds. Seconds he doesnât want to waste. Grabbing you, Max hauls you close to him and presses his blood covered lips to yours. âI love you.â He promises, right before the pressure in his body builds to the point where he screams.
You cling to him, uncaring that heâs likely to explode in a spray of blood. You want to be close to him in his final moments, the life he sacrificed for yours. âI love you.â You cry as he screams until he slumps down beside you. He doesnât explode, he collapses onto the floor unconscious and you sob, reaching for him to caress his cheek. His bone structure is still heavy, depicting his true nature until it starts to shift under your touch. âIâm so sorry, Max.â You sob, leaning down to press your face to his chest, mourning the man you love so dearly.
Long minutes pass. His body is still and unmoving. Changing back to the body of a normal man and not exploding into a bloody pile of goop like you had expected. You continue to sob against his chest until a strange sound captures your attention. One that you realize you had never heard before despite laying on his chest after sex. A tiny thud. Repeating again and again until it starts to resemble something you never thought you would hear. A heartbeat.
You pull back, looking down at Max in shock, and he inhales sharply after several seconds, spluttering as he chokes on a breath. "Max!" You cry, thinking something is wrong until he opens his eyes. "Max. Are you - are you okay?" You ask, hands covered in blood as you cup his cheeks.
Max grimaces, his head pounding in the first headache heâs had inâŠ..since he was turned. âI- fuck-â he gasps out, feeling his lungs start to burn from the lack of oxygen. âIâm- Iâm human again.â He whispers, realizing what all of that must mean.Â
You are in shock, your palm on his thumping heart and you look at him. âMax. Youâre human.â You gasp, helping him to sit up and you know he has to be feeling everything all at once. âAre you okay?â
âI feel like shit.â Max admits and after he thinks about that for a moment, he starts to laugh. âBaby, I feel like shit!â He repeats, aware that heâs never felt like shit as a vampire. âSerge must have known that killing him wouldnât kill me.â He realizes. âMotherfucker lied.â
You caress his cheek, âyouâre human.â You are in shock and You surge forward to hug him. âYouâre alive. Baby. Can I - you hungry?â You ask, wanting to look after him as much as possible.
Max wraps his arms around you and frowns slightly as his stomach growls. âI- yes?â Itâs more of a question since heâs only experienced thirst since being changed. âI- oh my god, baby, Iâm human. I-â he chokes up and buries his face in your neck.
You caress his back, wondering if heâs happy or angry that heâs human. âAre you- are you upset that you donât have - that you arenât a vampire anymore?â You ask, unable to believe how warm he feels beneath your touch. Youâve never noticed that before.
âI donât care about being a vampire.â Thatâs true, he realizes as Max pulls away to look into your eyes. âI want to be with you. Forever, for twenty years, it doesnât matter, as long as Iâm with you.â
Your lower lip trembles as you stare at him with tears in your eyes. âI love you Max. I want to be with you. I wouldâve spent forever with you but Iâm happy to spend the rest of my life with you.â You promise, âI just - I hope you donât regret this.â You sigh, leaning in to softly kiss him.
âIâd never regret you, sweet cheeks.â Max promises you. âBut Iâm starving.â He groans. âAnd Iâm so fucking sore. And my head hurts.â
âDo you want to shower and Iâll make you something to eat?â You ask, running your fingers through his blood soaked hair. âAnd Iâll get you some Tylenol.â You promise, knowing that heâs going to have to adjust to human life again.
Max grins, leaning in and kissing you again. âI fucking love you.â He breathes out. âThat sounds like heaven. And then I want it see what human sex is like with you.â He teases, happy that he didnât become a Jackson Pollock painting and he gets a second chance at being human, with you. âSee if those swimmers work now.â
You chuckle, âwell I have an IUD. Didnât realize it was a waste of time, but letâs go get you that shower.â You say, shifting to stand up. âI love you, Max Phillips.â You say when heâs standing up and you guide him into your apartment, leaving the blood in the hall to deal with later and you shut the door, guiding Max to your bathroom. You turn on the water and work on stripping off his blood soaked clothes. âIâm so happy youâre alive. I- I shouldâve stayed inside. I nearly lost you.â You choke, cupping his cheeks once heâs bare before you.
âBaby, I would do anything for you.â Max reminds you, holding onto your waist. âEven die.â He chuckles. âBut Iâm glad that didnât happen.â He admits, leaning in and sighing softly.
âMe too.â You murmur, working on removing your own clothes and you guide him into the shower. âTemperature okay?â You ask and he nods. You grab the body wash youâve kept in your shower for him and you work on washing him, loving the way he groans when you rub his head. âMy hero. Saving me. Sacrificing for me. You are incredible Max.â You whisper, wanting him to know how much you adore him.
Max hums, closing his eyes and enjoying the heat of the water and your hands on his skin. âYou are worth it.â He murmurs quietly. âYouâre worth everything, baby.â
You smile and kiss his chest, right above his now beating heart. You owe him your life and your humanity and you will love him until the day you die. You shift to rinse him off, working fast to clean yourself up. This isnât sexual, purely comfort and you work fast until you are handing him a towel. âGet some sweats and Iâll make you some food. âGrilled cheese and tomato soup sound good?â
Groaning, his mouth practically waters at the idea of the simple meal. âThat sounds amazing. Do you know how long itâs been since Iâve had that?â He asks. âI will eat anything that you want to fix happily.â
You smile, happy to look after him after heâs taken such good care of you. You quickly dress in your shorts and tank top and make your way into the kitchen to prepare dinner for you both. You are surprisingly hungry after nearly being killed and it doesnât take long for you to have the meal on the kitchen table. âMax. Itâs ready!â You shout as he comes out of your bedroom.
Max stumbles out of the bedroom, his headache still a dull throb and heâs actually used the bathroom for the first time in years. âIt smells amazing.â Heâs drooling as he sits down and looks at the deceptively simple meal. âThank you, baby.â
You know itâs a big adjustment for him but youâll be there every step of the way. You set the Tylenol down with the bottle of water and tell him to drink. âDrink, baby. Take some Tylenol. You have been through a lot.â You say and he follows your order, taking two pills and swallowing them before he digs into the meal.
It tastes so good that Max canât help but moan and groan over the meal. âOh my god.â He moans, chewing his bite of grilled cheese and taking a spoonful of the soup. âI could eat this everyday for the rest of my life.â
You chuckle, âyou can if you want. Maybe we can go back to those restaurants and you can actually eat your steak. Or try something different.â You suggest, loving the way heâs enjoying the food. Youâve never seen him like this before. You finish your meal after he does, full and suddenly exhausted. âIâll put this in the dishwasher. Go get ready for bed. Iâll be right in.â
Itâs strange to be tired after years of not sleeping. Pretending to rest while he lays with you to make you think he had just woken up. Now, his entire body feels like itâs about to shut down and he still wants to touch you. He follows your orders and goes to get ready for bed, using the tooth brush that he leaves here.
You watch him come back into your bedroom and you pull the covers over, letting him get under them with you and you shift to pull him close, throwing your leg over his hip. âYou have freckles.â You murmur, tracing his chest. âYou didnât have those before.â
He chuckles a little self consciously, wondering if the human version of Max Phillips will be exciting enough for you. âYeah.â He hums. âI used to go to the beach a lot. Oh shit, I can be out in the sun for more than ten minutes again.â He realizes, eyes widening. âCan we go to the beach this weekend?â He asks excitedly.
You smile, âof course babe. We can go.â You promise and lean in to press your lips to his collarbone. âIâm so happy youâre alive. Vampire or human. I donât think I could ever survive without you, Phillips. I love you so much.â You confess and lean in to kiss his jaw. âYou saved me.â You murmur against his skin, âlet me - I want to suck your cock.â You say, grinding yourself against him.
âBabyâŠ.â He whines, loving the idea. âOkay but you can't let me cum.â He tells you breathlessly. âI donât know if I can stay hard. And I want you to cum too.
You nod, knowing that Maxâs endless fucking isnât possible now thatâs heâs human but you donât care. You love him more than anything else. You shift to pull the covers back, loving that heâs already half hard as you carefully pull down his sweats after he lifts his hips. You settle between his legs, spitting into your hand and you grip his cock, looking at those beautiful dark eyes as you lean in to wrap your lips around the head of his cock.
âBaby, I fucking love your mouth. Itâs so good for so many things. Kissing me, sucking my cock, telling me that you love me.â He groans. âI want to tell you everyday how much I love your mouth.â
You moan around him, loving how he twitches inside of your mouth, and you work the base with your fingers, letting your saliva drip down to your digits. You groan when he grabs the back of your neck and you think he's going to push you further down his cock but he pulls you off. You whine, saliva dripping down your chin, "baby. Why?" You huff despite your cunt dripping for him.
âWant to be inside you.â He pants. âWant to feel you around my cock when I cum.â Thereâs enough time later on for him to let you swallow his cum. Right now heâs wanting to live every day like itâs his last and make sure you know how much he adores you.
You shift, pushing your shorts down and moving fast to straddle him, wanting to take care of him after his body has gone through so much. You reach down to grip his cock. "I love you." You murmur as you start to sink down onto his cock.
âOh fuck baby, oh fuck.â Max groans, his toes curling up. âI love how you feel. Itâs so, itâs so good. You're hotter. Wetter somehow.â
âYou are hotter.â You tell him, âyou feel - you feel so good Max.â You moan, caressing his bare chest to place your palm over his pounding heart as you start to move. You moan his name and he hisses when you clench around him as you start to bounce on his cock.
Itâs crazy to feel lightheaded and out of breath. Feeling more now that he was human again. His fingers curl into the flesh at your hips and he moans your name. âFuck baby, your so pretty.â
You preen at his praise, making you whimper his name and you rock a little faster. He is so soft beneath your touch and you never realized how cold he was until you feel his heated skin beneath your fingertips. âGod, I love you Max. So much. Need - gonna make me -â You reach between you to rub your clit, so close to your orgasm.
He watches for a moment, obsessed with how you look. Then heâs slapping your hand away to rub your clit himself. He wants to be the one to make you cum. Loving the way you immediately buck when he takes over.
Your mouth falls open as you rock on his cock. âYes baby. Oh shit. Yes. Iâm gonna - fuck. Youâre gonna make me cum.â You hiss, your thighs shaking as you grip his cock inside of you. Soaking him as you cum and you slump forward into his chest.
âOh god, oh god, that feels so good.â He moans, wrapping his arms around you and sighing softly. Heâs almost content to just stay like this but he wants to feel an orgasm as a human again so he starts to rock his hips up slowly. âI love you, baby. Nothingâs gonna keep us apart.â
You know thereâs so much that could keep you apart but youâll fight tooth and nail to make sure you spend the rest of your lives together. He rocks up into you and you get yourself together so you can rock down onto his cock, loving the way he hisses when your walls grip him. âCum for me, baby. Wanna feel it.â You tell him, âwanna feel you cum inside of me.â
Max whimpers, eyes closed and he gasps out your name. Knowing that he should have died today, but heâs been given a new lease on life. âI love you.â He moans, thrusting up into you and painting your walls with his hot seed.
You moan, loving how it feels and you caress his chest as he twitches inside of you. âI love you.â You murmur, wanting to say it over and over now that youâre both safe. You arenât sure how long you stay like that, just breathing each other in as he softens inside of you
Maxâs eyes close almost immediately, his arms wrapped around you and he breathes you in. Smiling softly as he truly gets to inhale your scent. He might not have eternal life or everlasting youth anymore, but he has something much better, you.
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